we get a little restless

He was, by far, glad he’d returned home when he had. Last night had been exactly what he’d needed. But he couldn’t languish in contentment with Solveiga in his alcove—a pack needed tending. But the conversation from the night stuck in his head, leaving a pleasant smile on his features as he patrolled and scouted the border, envisioning what would rise here over the next few seasons. He would be calling a meeting soon, on the first day of spring.

He'd already begun laying the new stones that morning, and now, he paused as he heard an unfamiliar voice, calling for Domari. His ears perked curiously, and he set out, and he had slipped quietly close enough to hear the two voices, before a Howl was raised for himself from Dom. It wasn’t urgent, and the two voices had sounded happy, so he maintained his silent, meticulous passage through the mists, keeping himself low, below the level of the fog.

He was close enough to hear the unfamiliar wolf’s next words, asking about himself. He grinned, choosing that moment to make himself known, stepping forward and rising back to his full height, fathomless sapphires examining the male. Ah, a relative.

Casually, Regulus smiled at the boy, head tilting as he admitted, “Well, I’d hope others think I’m a good leader.”

He grinned, joining Domari and settling on his haunches, studying the other. She shared the same mask shape, though in different colors. Definitely family. “I am Regulus Adravendi, Archangel – or leader – of Celestial. What brings you to our borders?” His voice was gentle as ever, that natural warmth pervading each word. No arrogance lurked in his posture. Only easy confidence.