Sentinels of the Past [Rhaegara]

He listened attentively as Rhaegara explained some of her culture. Heir apparent. Well, at least she wasn’t haughty about her title, past or otherwise, as Skyfire had been. He glimpsed a flash of sorrow, quickly quelled, in her eyes as she spoke of her parents’ choices, and a silent Ahh whispered at the back of his mind. He knew that sorrow, though if he’d known the method she’d come by hers he could have wholeheartedly said he hadn’t experienced his loss in the same way.

His mother had been older when she’d had him and his siblings, and they had only had a year with her before she’d sickened and passed on. Aurielle’s mother had been taken, along with Aramis, by slavers, to return but never truly return in soul, wasting and dying over an agonizingly long course of time.

However the tradition of companions, while not exactly the same as what he was experienced with, was still quite similar. Aurielle’s mountain lion Loshir had been brought by his parents along with his sister, and he’d chosen the shimmering white pup as his charge, his sister claiming charge over Aramis. Would it be the same with Aurielle’s children? Loshir had disappeared of late, come to think of it. Hm. "We've a few in our pack who have companions. My Spirit - alpha - has two. Her father has two mountain lions as well. Our most experienced healer has a pair of primates for friends. My mother had a small cat."

Rhaegara relaxed enough to sit as well, and he smiled encouragingly to her as she asked of the land. “Where we are right now is The Red Forest. It’s in the north of a continent called Boreas. There is a pack called Winterfell to the east of us,” He gestured with a toss of his muzzle in the direction of Winterfell, a few miles off, he guessed, “And southwest is Lirim, Valhalla’s sister-pack, and Valhalla itself. We’ve a neighboring pack called Aerie that we’re simply neutral with as long as they give us no trouble.”

He gestured past her toward the southwest to indicate the direction of the three packs he mentioned., then nodded toward the southeast as he went on, “In the south and east there are four packs in total. Fireside is in the south, and it has near neighbors a few lands over called Ashen, and the Ashen Armada. They are sister-packs, essentially, though, from what I’ve heard, Ashen is the seat, and the Armada is its army. They are both powerful packs. And in the far east on the coast is Abaven. Aside from Valhalla, it’s one of the oldest packs in Boreas.”

A smile quirked his features as he glanced at her, brow-points lifting as he asked, “Does that help?”

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