When Times Change

He smiled slightly at his Uncle’s words. “That’s good. I’ve been meaning to catch up with you, too… It’s just... been tough.” Castiel could understand the loss, he knew. Castiel had lost a sister when Surreal’d passed. A littermate that, while he may have missed the chance to grow up with her, he surely had loved.

His smile was tired as he nodded at his uncle’s next words. “Though sometimes I wonder… I shouldn’t have fallen into that haze. Mother would be disappointed. But enough of that moping. I need to get us all going again. Myself, most of all.” He perked up slightly as Castiel went on to say he and Kalliope had produced a litter. He thought, vaguely, that Faite had told him about Kalliope joining.

“I look forward to meeting them. What’re their names?” The talk of mentors, however, dampened the small spark of pleasure as his mind shifted to the fact that they really didn’t have many adult wolves who were knowledgeable enough to train young minds, and they had plenty of those. “We haven’t many to choose from, at the moment. You, Myself, Your lady… Solveiga recently rejoined, and she’s learned a great deal of the Craft while she was away…”

A smile warmed his features as he spoke of the tan coated woman, and he sat a little straighter, good mood restoring itself. “There’s Baine, as well. She’s our only emissary. And Creed…” And then, he ran out of wolves to name that might possibly be able to help teach the new generations what they needed to know.