black cats across your path {ana/celestial}

He’d been patrolling on the far side from his packmates and was nearing the passage by the time his brother’s call for both the pack and himself urged him to move more quickly. He’d judged that he would reach this passage at the same time as the other patrol, and he’d been just about right.

Paladin had joined him on this round, with Sterling healing well, and the two wolves padded forward.

As the Archangel and Cleric stepped from the mist, Regulus was already taking in the scene with a swift glance, taking in the two wolves that smelled of a pack he didn’t know. He took the foremost station, settling into a calm stance, aware that Aello and Artashir hung back in the mists, hidden as both cats hunkered low to the ground. His own posture was a clear signal of his status in the pack, with no need to shout it out to the world. He was a leader, and a fighter who had been well trained and was seasoned.

“What brings you to the borders of Celestial?” Blunt, with no beating around the bushes, his tone said he wasn’t a wolf that should be trifled with.