Provide For Thy Family

Valentine confirmed Regulus’ vocal assumption with a dip of his head and an agreement. The slate king surveyed Regulus’ frame, and the younger male noted the pause at his chest; Valentine had noticed the necklace. Finally, the older male inquired about where Regulus had come from. Regulus cocked his head slightly in thought. Then spoke with finality, and a hint of pride. ”I am the son of Surreal Ellen Adravendi and Falk Armada Adravendi, and the grandson of Erani Adravendi, Queen of Valhalla before it was taken in a challenge.” There was reverence in his tone as he spoke the last name; his grandmother. He wished he’d had more time to know her before she had needed to say the final goodbye.

Cinder peered out from behind his leg at the slate colored king, triangular, fluff filled ears pricked, whiskers twitching. She wasn’t quite sure what to think of the male. He carried the marks of experience in battle. Regulus, meanwhile, settled his haunches against the ground, though not completely allowing his haunch muscles to go slack. The Imperium King was still a stranger, and the customs of his pack were still a bit of a mystery. Regulus was no stranger to stories of kidnappings and force claimings; his own father was a victim of such things.

“I was born in Whistling Willows, here in the west.” It was an honest answer that didn’t give away where his family was, but wasn’t a provocatively obvious attempt at hiding anything. His mother was still working on plans, and he had two newborn baby siblings. Thus, Surreal was wary about giving away their current location freely. Valentine would have to gain a bit more trust with Regulus if he wanted to find out a bit more.

Regulus’ own eyes trailed over Valentines frame now, taking in the very marks of battle Cinder had noted. ”You must be a pretty good fighter, huh?” There was a question beneath the question, one that asked if he could teach the giant red yearling something at all. Regulus had won his first real spar, which shocked him, to be honest. It had been against an older wolf who he would have thought more experienced than he. But he couldn’t leave it all to sheer luck anymore. He needed more training.