Along the Western Wall

He couldn’t help the easy smile that rose as the young male arrived in a jaunty, easy-going manner. He could see why his daughter had been happy to interact with the boy. “Correct! I am Regulus Anatolii Adravendi, Archangel of Celestial.”

He studied the boy curiously, fathomless sapphire eyes roving first over Amos’ face, before taking in his build and appearance. At the boy’s next words, he grinned, eyes returning to his face as he answered cheerfully, “I wanted to meet you. You made an impression on my daughter—a good one. Part of her future duties as the Future is to assess possible new members of the pack. And she also mentioned that you would be interested in lessons in fighting.” One eye flicked shut in a grinning wink.

Thus far, he certainly agreed with his young daughter’s thoughts on Amos. Already he could tell the boy was good natured and friendly, and perhaps ambitious enough to want to pull his weight should he decide pack life was right for him. The Crimson Archangel wouldn’t push him into joining, of course, but, “Would you like to come in and see the territory? It’s always fun to show off one’s home.” He chuckled, tipping his head inward toward the pack in an offer.

With as many wolves that had become inactive in Celestial, he hoped there was a chance that new blood would come in and revitalize the pack while finding their own home and purpose here.