Reality Isn't So Kind

Rory wasn't hard to find these days. If he wasn't patrolling the borders then he was hanging out by the willows. He rarely left the pack and when he did he wasn't gone for long. In fact, he couldn't really remember the last time he'd left for fun. The last time he'd left it'd been on his journey to visit other pack's alphas. Not that it hadn't been fun, but it wasn't as though he was taking that trip for its sightseeing possibilities. There were days where he missed being a kid without responsibilities, but he didn't hang it over Faite's head either. She'd left for a good reason - now all he had to do was make sure that Miach stayed in the pack so his mother's efforts weren't in vain.

He'd just gotten done with his patrol when his father's scent caught his attention. Ears pricked forward with curiosity - what was he up to today? It'd been a while since he'd actually sat down and spent some time with Zell, but he supposed his own duties kept him busy. Especially everything that had happened recently with Ariet and Jewell. He decided to turn around and backtrack and it didn't take him long to find his cream colored sire.

"Hey Dad." He said with an easy smile forming on his face. "What are you up to today?"

"Speech"