Two Worlds into One

He’d dragged his patient for the several miles northwest of the ravine she’d crashed into, moving steadily. During the trek, he’d found that poking the hide providing him cover from the rain against the sharp ends of the travois shaft until there were holes to slip them through made it so the hide wouldn’t jostle loose and fall off from his movement.

As he reached the southeastern perimeter of the wall, he breathed a quiet sigh of relief, and angled himself to trot alongside it until he arrived at the passage way in Druid’s Moor. The pack’s scent was strong, here, splashed all over the outside of the wall and along the flora, and where prey passed through, with nowhere else to cross the border, their scents were thick as well.

He stopped at last, gazing across the moor for any sign of the familiar vibrant form of his cousin and leader. Seeing none, he tipped his head back, howling for the Archangel, though without an immediate sense of urgency. He didn’t need Regulus to be in a mood for protecting his family.

He tossed a calm glance over his shoulder at Sterling, nodding quietly. "Stay calm. He won't harm you."