Down to business

He was dragging a hide piled with rocks when the howl reached his ears. A slight frown creased his brow as he dropped his grip on the hide and he headed toward it. He hadn’t had a chance to tell Exodus about his father, and he didn’t know if Justice or Paladin, who knew by now, had gotten a chance to tell their brother about Creed’s death.

There was no sadness if the boy’s voice, though. Regulus had a sinking feeling in his chest as he drew close enough to see Exodus’s features. There was no sign of grief on the boy’s face, or in his eyes. Regulus came to a stop, settling on his haunches and studying him gently. He didn’t know. And Regulus wasn’t sure how to broach the subject with him. So he simply asked, figuring they could get to that point if it came up, “Hello, Exodus. You called?””

He was honestly curious, wondering what the young male might want, and he hoped it was to show that initiative he hoped to see in the pack. An ambition to rise in the ranks to be able to serve the pack better. For once, he wanted to be able to announce at a meeting one day that someone was being promoted to the upper ranks.

He didn’t want to have to announce more demotions to the rank of Punished.