Fast Flying Messenger

He was growing restless, and it showed. He wanted to get going. He had things he needed to be doing, packs to visit with, since he hadn’t done a round of them in several seasons, if not far longer. That brought to mind an issue that he’d left lying far too long.

He’d promised Baine a trip to see the other packs, and a promotion. He wasn’t able to keep his promise at the moment for a visit by his side to them, but he could give her something to do, and a promotion. She had done what she could during the raid, and the work had not gone unnoticed. Now she could spread the word of the raid, as well as gather any news of Celestial’s allies, as well as their family in Fiori and Lirim.

A sigh escaped, one of countless sighs that had been filling the cave—no doubt the others were damned tired of the noise he made in his stir-crazy musings. He wanted to go on this trip, himself, but certain healers had him under limited activity. He attributed it mostly to Solveiga’s anxiety, and Paladin, being worried in his own right for the pregnancy of the pack’s Consort, was agreeing way more than he ought to. But that could just be Regulus’ disgruntled view of it, he had to admit.

He made his way down to the end of the ravine, trusting his pale sister to be nearby as he let out a long howl for her. He had much he wanted to pass on to the other packs on the northern continent, and he hoped she could remember it all. He didn’t doubt she could, though.