Orange You Glad To See Me?

The Crimson Archangel nodded easily at Brandr’s polite decline of his offer to stay and rest, rising to stretch. It was a long day, mentally, and as the male took his leave, Regulus answered, “And I hope yours will be, too. If Sparrow ever needs help, Celestial will stand at Abaven’s side. You have my word.”

He watched the man turn and take his leave, nodding mutely as Aello slipped after Brandr to ensure he made it to the pack borders and away without the pack taking issues with him. The female would shadow Brandr until he was free of Celestial before turning back.

Regulus, meanwhile, blue out a sigh and cast a long stare to the heavens, hidden behind the lattice of vines and leaves criss-crossing the roof of the ravine. “Did you ever have these troubles, Grand-Mother?” Of course, there was no answer, and he contented himself with remembering the warm, wise smile of his late grandmother as he bent to take a snack from the carcass.

It had been… a very long day.

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