Golden Age Gone By

He spotted the snowy form of his uncle, soon enough, and as Castiel drew nearer, it occurred to Regulus that the male was moving more carefully than he remembered. Of course, Castiel was nine, by now. A faint frown flickered across the Archangel’s features as the thought occurred that in a few short years, or sooner, the entirety of his grandmother’s only litter might be gone. And out of them all, he had only met Castiel and his own mother.

He shook his head slightly, turning his mind to the current moment. “Uncle Castiel. How are Kalliope and Etain?” Really, he should know already how they were, but with healing and being semi-confined to the main family dens for that healing, he wasn’t as in touch as he should have been.

Did his uncle even know yet that he would be a great uncle soon, with Regulus’ children? Surely so, since it was unlikely anyone in the pack could have missed Solveiga’s change of scent as the pregnancy had taken hold.