Orange You Glad To See Me?

Regulus listened carefully to the male – Brandr, as he introduced himself – as he spoke, brow furrowing. He nodded slowly, casting his mind back to both his encounter with Iskra Aeris, and the pair of Abraxas wolves from the Risen Empire.

“I know a little about them. Mostly second hand. But I know a couple of names and their faces. A wolf from Auster warned me of them. A wolf from their pack challenged for Talis. I got the impression that he may have won. Two wolves from the Risen Empire visited my borders in Druid’s Moor. They gave their names as Anamalech and Kaine Abraxas, and claimed they were there to see about forming affiliations, however they were overheard before two of my scouts called for the pack discussing whether to sniff around or make themselves known. Scouting for a possible next conquest, I imagine?”

He paused and studied Brandr, then turned to nod inward toward the pack lands. “I don’t know if Bass still rules Abaven, but in his time, Celestial and Abaven were allies. I’d rather not do a disservice to that friendship by letting a messenger of Abaven stand tired and hungry outside Celestial’s wall. Come, we can speak more as we walk. We’ve a deer recently brought down, and you’re welcome to rest a while if you wish.”

It was a generous offer, but not one given lightly. He knew the long trek between their packs, and how wearing it could be on any wolf, and he had his own information he wanted to send out to Abaven. For instance, that he had an heiress, and that he wished to maintain the alliance between their two packs. As well as that, even if Talis had indeed fallen, he didn’t trust it to stay down. Other packs would still need to be wary of the fact that Talis, or at the very least Dragon, was not against raiding other packs.

He gave his brother a dismissive nod, suggesting silently that he return to patrol, or whatever else he’d been doing. Right now, the Archangel was at work.