Pre-Party Rumble [Valhallan Fighters]

Regulus was, of course, privy to what his daughter had planned—what father wouldn’t recognize the restrained excitement in his daughter and ask about it? It filled him with not a little pleasure to see her stretching her wings and taking the bull by the horns. Had he been a more warmongering alpha, he might well have taken some retaliatory raids to Talis’ doorstep. Perhaps he should have, to find Valor.

His days of leadership were over, though. He just wished he could have enjoyed his retirement instead of searching for his missing mate and son, battling the slavers, returning home in triumph only to have his love and his son fall into a funk that had ultimately killed one of them.

Nevertheless, he padded toward her call in his usual hitched grace, pausing as he came upon the meeting ground. He studied the strewn clearing with interest, humming thoughtfully as he worked his way through the obstacles. Gwen had done something similar, and he found it pleasing to see his daughter take after their late adoptive cousin.

As he reached Cai’s side, he smiled, nudging the boy and chuckling softly, “Soon. Patience. Raiding and sieges are not about glory or excitement, even if the ones planned are for fun and practice.”

He winked one fathomless sapphire eye in humor as he looked up at his daughter, feeling his chest swell with paternal pride and love.