Fallen Angel

The young man went unspotted for a few heartbeats as Regulus scanned the land around him, and then he locked eyes with the other. He studied the young man with a wise eye, much like the Great Prince of certain other lores long forgotten, his ears perked. It was that same intensity of attention that made one feel that there was nothing that lay hidden in their core.

For his part, he wondered why the boy was staring at him with what one might say alarm, like he’d seen a wraith. Perhaps this boy had never seen a wolf of his coloring yet—he almost looked young enough… But there was something about him that piqued Regulus’ interest. But he couldn’t pin a paw on it.

Finally, he moved, closing the distance slightly, his graceful lion’s gait hitched by the slight hop to his hind end until he stopped a respectful distance away, greeting with a deep, lilted rumble, “Good day. Is everything alright?”

Granted, the world itself had turned on its head, but his query was clearly directed at the boy’s own wellbeing and his apparent unease.