Fallen Angel

The boy was chaotic. Whether the stability of his mind had anything to do with the eruption, or was simply what he had come into the world with, Regulus couldn’t be sure.

The former Archangel waited patiently as the boy worked through what might have been a fresh wave of emotions, slowly returning his introduction. Ruina. It wasn’t a place he’d visited personally, but he’d heard of the now defunct pack.

The boy collapsed as Regulus made himself stay out of reach, resisting the instinctive urge to reach out and comfort the young wolf. All he could offer was a gentle, “Calm, Dominus. Center yourself. Who are, or were, your parents?”

It was as direct as he was willing to get, and he wondered if it was even safe to ask the boy when he was so fragile.

A glance was cast toward the sullen eastern sky, before he gently suggested “Walk with me? I find it helps me put my worries in order if I move.”