How Do We Come Back From Losing You? [Fidelias]

Fidelias lay atop the high point of the wall, one with a particularly good vantage point as it topped a hill. He lay there with very little motion as his gaze tracked along the lands on the other side of the wall and, without silhouetting himself against the sky by sitting up, his coloration tended to let him blend in to the rocky top like just another piece of the wall. Though his lack of movement and the way his eyes narrowed may have made him seem as though he were just lazing in the returned sunlight to anyone who didn't know his body language, he was in fact fully alert and watchful as he used ears, nose, and half-hidden eyes to sort through the assorted sights, sounds, and scents over the wall for anything new.

In fact, his silver tipped ears were quick to flick towards a sound coming from behind him, within pack boundaries, when Aurielle's voice rose to them. Now he was in motion that his sentry-watch had held in abeyance, as he rose to hop down from the wall and trot towards her. Though he held his head stiffly and turned slightly aside as he approached, his amethyst eyes were flickering over her and around them constantly, though never quite meeting hers. He didn't say anything, just dipped his head in a quick, jerky motion of greeting. He wasn't quite sure what she wanted - maybe he hadn't been working hard enough to take over his mother's duties as he should have.