Golden Age Gone By

The Archangel listened to his uncle’s words, nodding quietly. “I should have been getting everyone trained more… seen to it that spars were happening… Perhaps if I had been, we would have suffered less injury.” He shook his head, muzzle tipping away as his eyes sought through the still forms of the trees around them. “Hindsight hurts like a kick to the ribs.”

His eyes swung back to Castiel’s as the older wolf spoke again. He listened, then nodded his silent understanding. “To the best of my ability, I promise you that.” He just hoped he could keep that promise.

He paused, then asked, “I haven’t seen much of Kalliope and Etain… You said they’re unharmed from the raid, but are they well? Healthy?” his voice carried a note of concern to it.