Long Time Coming

The Archangel nodded, smiling as Gwenevere agreed on the need for higher ranking wolves, but he didn’t interrupt her as she mulled aloud over the statistics. He agreed, certainly. Celestial wasn’t a unified pack like it should be. Wolves passed like ships in the sea, and thus far, he’d found few in the pack with the ambition to take the initiative.

Exodus was one of the few, and he was proud of the boy. Adore had sought out her own first spar training, and Domari had been a willing teacher. Paladin, of course. Paladin was one he had little doubt would be one that sought to become the first Grand-Master Cleric.

Part of the lack of motivation in his pack Regulus blamed upon himself. He hadn’t set young wolves with mentors as he had intended, and even now, he was behind on his schedule to call a pack meeting. But there was something he wanted to offer Gwenevere first, before her duty really began.

“Thank you, Gwen.” He said, words and tone genuinely grateful as he smiled at her. At her suggestion of questions, he nodded emphatically.

“Oh, definitely. You can’t do your job well if I don’t give you a clear idea of what they are. Ask anything you like, but, before you start on your duties, I’d like to ask you; would you like to go see your mother and siblings in the East before you buckle down and get swallowed by your job?”

He had to wonder, though, if Epiphron was still living. He also hadn’t heard from Leo in a long time. Not since after the Challenge by Liar for Celestial. It gave him a niggling sense of worry. Baine had never left to meet with the packs and spread word of Talis’s propensity for raiding packs and bring back news, so he was in the dark as far as all that was going on with the other packs.

Now that he was fully healed, he’d have to make the trips himself.