Adventurers' Map

Ganja described her brothers, and Regulus drank the information in, filing it away in the back of his mind. Maybe he’d run into them, too, someday. ”Your whole litter sounds colorful. I’m the only one in my family that looks like this, but grandmother said my color came from my great..” He paused to think a moment, before continuing. “Great.. great grandmother. My grandmas eyes ar-- were like mine. She was a great healer; best in all of Alacritia.” He stated, head lifting proudly. Even though she was gone, his grandmother would never be forgotten; not to him or his family. Ganja greeted Cinder, and the back of his head vibrated from the power of Cinders purr.

Ganja answered his question, and he listened with that same intensity; the kind of intensity that could give the impression that the object it was focussed on was the only thing in the world. At the mention of her aunt wanting to make a pack, he perked up. ”My mother wants to make a pack. She’d be the boss, and I’d take it after she was too old to lead. Maybe you could visit!” Oh but he liked that idea. He didn’t have many friends beyond Cinder. It was just himself and his family. Except for his ill fated adventure to the south lands as a pup, from which he had learned the healthy thing called fear, and earned a crescent shaped scar on his left shoulder from the boar that had attacked him, he had never met another wolf outside his direct family, and Deviant Black.

Then the end of her explanation caught him. ”Where are they? Your mom and dad?” Young though he might be, he still caught the sadness in her voice, instinctually quieting down and moving slightly closer. “You don’t have to talk about it, though, if you don’t want to…” However damned curious his mind might be.