Orange You Glad To See Me?

Oh… A frown fell upon the crimson wolf’s features as Brandr delivered the rather unwelcome news. Fiori had fallen. Disbanded? Challenged for? He doubted it was a challenge, though—he kept an ear out for such calls for packs led by his family with a silent hope that he wouldn’t hear one.

“I see… Thank you for telling me, Brandr. Not just about Fiori, but everything.” A wan grin flickered across his face as he glanced aside at the male.

Inside, though, he was feeling the regret that he’d had to learn this after Gwenevere had set out in search of her family in the east. Was Leo alright? His children? Aunt Epiphron? Pip had been old in the one or two times he’d ever met her. Well, not old, old, but older. His own mother was dead, almost before her time.

He mulled over these thoughts as Brandr ate, then chuckled and shook his head, answering, "For now, rest for a few hours, perhaps? And, perhaps you could ask Sparrow if she has any trades she could use to make between Abaven and Celestial. We have large prey animals, and a great deal of herbs. I’ve no qualms about sharing.”

A keen smile settled onto his features as he studied Brandr, tail half tapping the ground behind him as he waited for his answer.