Golden Age Gone By

The raid had left a sour taste in Castiel’s mouth… and his heart ached heavier than ever. Not only had one of their own been taken, but he as well as a couple others had maims to deal with. Poor Acapella… she’d been blinded in both eyes. A feeling that Castiel was starting to know, not that he voiced the concern to anyone. In his old age the sight in his remaining eye was going. But Castiel didn’t care about that so much… what ate at his heart was the fact two of his children were still out there missing. He’d been torn between staying with their mother and handicapped sister, hoping and praying that the boys might find their way home.

But they never did.

Hearing the call from his nephew Castiel rose and set out from the den. He truly felt his age now a days… and he could feel his heart aching more with each day that Viho and Ronen were out there away from home. The pale man pushed onward, his golden gaze searching for the bright red coat of his nephew. At least that was something he should be able to spot even with his failing vision.

...and soon enough he saw the red blurred figure. Castiel approached him quietly, head lowered, shoulders slumped down. He didn’t know what the younger male wanted to talk about… did this have to deal with their lack of training? The results of the raid? With all the missing children lately it seemed to be a constant worry that gnawed at the minds of the older wolves… and as for the younger ones? He didn’t know.

No smile lit up Castiel’s face as he moved before his nephew, coming to a stop. The older man eased his rump onto the ground, letting his head lift to see the young man he’d seen grow older, wiser. “Regulus…” The brute rumbled, at least trying to sound somewhat cheerful. It wasn’t a very successful one. He let out a soft sigh, waiting to see what his nephew had to say.