Lights of Home

Exodus fell silent, his ears pinning back and grin fading when he saw the big red male approaching. He recognized Regulus instantly - it was hard to forget his bright scarlet coat and vibrant blue eyes - and he knew the Alpha would have words for them. After all,
they had left the packlands against Regulus' orders. They had broken the rules and gotten into trouble. An apologetic whine escaped him when the Alpha had finished speaking, his head low and tail fanning out behind him in a low wag. He was grateful that the man had not been more harsh with them. He knew it could have been much worse. Internally, Exodus promised himself that he'd be on his toes, keeping busy and playing catch up within the pack. He didn't want to be in trouble, nor did he ever want to let down his pack mates again, as he now saw his actions as letting others down. He hadn't helped a single thing by trying to follow the adults out of the pack lands, and instead had gotten himself hurt, and nearly died from dehydration and exhaustion. If his brother and the Nomads hadn't found him, he may never have made it home alive.

The boy turned his attention to Paladin as his brother once more asked how his paws were doing.
He chuckled, shaking his head. "I promise, my paws are fine," he assured his brother, "Never felt better, actually!" He added that last little bit just to ensure Paladin that he was doing fine, and hopefully convince him that he didn't need to ask another hundred times. However,
his dedication and concern were good traits, and Exodus was proud of his brother. He would make an excellent healer, and his compassion for others was extraordinary. Now Exodus had to make sure that he made just as fine a warrior, so that he could stand up for not only his brother, but for any that were vulnerable and in need of defending. That would be his duty from now on, to make sure he became the fighter and protector that his family needed him to be.