Of Little Scamps and Tired Mothers

He’d escorted the vibrant young Jupiter to the edge of Dauntless’s border, teaching him words of the Old Tongue. As he stopped, his haunches lowered to the ground. He’d gotten his young temporary charge’s mother’s name from him, and now he tilted his head back and sent a polite howl out for an Artemis.

As he lowered his head he glanced down at Jupiter, a faint smile playing over his jaws as he marveled at how different the boy was from his own twins at home. Aurielle and Aramis were a pair of angels, while Jupiter here was a livewire of energy and mischief.

If this Artemis hadn’t gone grey yet, it was only a matter of time. The boy’s appearance did raise a memory, though, of meeting a massive male, Mithras Aeris. That wolf had been a magnificent sight to behold with his celestially painted coat.

His pack had taken up residence on the very same land Lirim now claimed, and Regulus quietly wished that he’d gotten more of a chance to interact with Mithras and his family more. While he’d only met the one, Mithras had seemed like a good wolf.