Like Toy Soldiers

Correction, he had run into the stranger, stumbling for a moment, though the younger wolf was there to assist Cas in steadying his body. He was startled, more so than hurt, but Castiel did his best ro recompose himself. Once he’d found his footing once more he spoke, though he didn’t look directly at the other male. Not that he could.

“I… I’m alright. S-sorry.” Castiel recognized the accent of the other male. Mask. He offered a gentle smile, easing onto his haunches. “Forgive me as well. I’m afraid that I didn’t see you there.” Castiel let his eyes close. Perhaps if he kept them that way the other male wouldn’t notice…

“What brings you to our den today, Mask?” Cas asked, though not unkindly. He knew that the hunter had been trying to help provide for his family… another thing that made Castiel feel a gnawing guilt in his gut. It wasn’t really his fault he was growing older… and as an elder it was naturally harder to do the tasks he once did. Still… not being able to provide for his wife and child hurt. He’d need to find another role to fill in both their lives and in the pack’s.