sanctuary?

He was loathe to leave his family for long, but even Castiel had to admit that he couldn't spend every waking moment watching Surreal. He adored his crimson nephew and his more muted nieces but every once in a while, the titan needed space from his family. He was a little anxious around the pups; he had never had much contact with youngsters, and had left his siblings at a fairly young age, meaning that he didn't have any experience with pups. Nova had raised a warrior when he took his son from his family, but Nova had not raised a father, and Castiel's paternal instincts were fairly lacking, to say the least. It wasn't for a lack of trying, but for the life of him, Castiel simply couldn't fathom what the pups needed when they cried out. Surreal and Falk seemed to know instinctively, but Castiel didn't have the faintest clue if they were injured or just hungry or simply missing the comfort of their mother.

Castiel wasn't going to learn anything else out here, that much was for sure, but at least he could gather his thoughts. The white wolf lay sprawled within an empty room of this strange structure, limbs loose and his head resting easily on the stony ground. There was something to be said about the peace and quiet of these empty areas - no other wolf had touched these grounds in some time. And he would be back to his family soon enough. Castiel knew that he would not be able to stand leaving them for long. Falk could surely protect Surreal and her children, but Castiel would never forgive himself if something happened while he was away.

Exhaling softly, the white titan nosed absently at the ground. There was something peaceful about this empty place; it was all hollow and strange but it was comforting all the same. Castiel could imagine coming to enjoy it here - and perhaps, when the time came, Surreal could claim lands near this place. Castiel certainly wouldn't mind that. He would like to be able to visit this strange structure more often.

"Speech"