Orange You Glad To See Me?

Brandr listened closely as Regulus spoke, making not of the raid. Well… he supposed it was a small silver lining that the Abraxas had conquered one of the more aggressive and violent packs. He felt bad for those maimed and the yearling that was abducted. He nodded, he'd indeed noticed the leg but had assumed a hunting injury. He suppose that was typical of his line of thinking now, so much of his life revolved around his passion for hunting even if he'd originally been reared as a warrior.

Brandr's brow wrinkled at the mention of Fiori and Leo Adravendi. He'd heard of the pack but the name did not ring a bell and he thought back to Iskra's words. There were only 3 packs remaining in Boreas. Rats… looks like he'd have to deliver more bad news. "Regulus I am sorry to tell you this but Fiori is no more. I don't know what became of them but Abaven no longer has any neighbor's. From what I've heard there are only three packs now in Boreas. Abaven, Celestial and Lirim." Dragoste… Fiori… Dauntless… they all seemed to be falling away. What was going on?

The pair moved into the shaded woods and down into a ravine where Regulus revealed the kill. "Thank you, I wish I had visited you on happier times." He quickly set to eating, taking just enough to satisfy him so as not to take advantage of Regulus' hospitality. "Is there anything you wish to ask of me before I depart?"