The shadowrunner prowled the depths of the forest, his stocky form seemingly small against the bulk of the tall sequoias. It held a familiarity – not just because they had lived there the past few months, but because the trees reminded him of Donnelaith. Yet the ravens that hopped above in the shadows reminded him otherwise – and the scent of his pack mates rid him of any nostalgia he held on to for the moment.
The pack was young yet, but the promise of the oncoming spring stirred a sense of peace within the beast. He kept a keen eye on Durnehviir, given the time of year and aimed to keep the other males of the pack away from her – and as such, it was Screech’s scent he caught as his pace became more leisurely. A low rumbling growl announced his presence – one merely of greeting as the Regal stalked forward, his dark pelt drifting among the shadows of the tall trees that protected the wolves.
No words were spoken, but his fiery eyes studied the more youthful wolf, wondering what his companion was up to.
“I was looking for you.” The boy paused in his words then, causing the dark
shadowrunner to tip his muzzle slightly to the side, though his eyes did not demand speed of an answer. The hesitation in Screech’s speech indicated to the Regal that this would be an important conversation, and so he waited with patience, his only movement being the ruffle of his fur along the cool winter breeze, and the casual flick of his tail every so often.
Finally, Screech found his voice – the start of his tale seemed unpromising to the Mayfair. Beginning with the acknowledgment that he owed them was usually a sign of something more, and in turn, Constantine allowed his stocky form to sweep down in to a sit, his ears twitching as the boy finally offered the insight to his past that the Regal had quietly wondered about.
“Your eye.. It was taken by Charon’s daughters?” He was familiar with Moonspear – he had been within their ranks for only a short time, but had found the place unwelcoming in ways. But he could not blame them – he had not little to warrant their friendliness. But the three girls that had attacked him were the description of the three daughters that had greeted he and Aria on their arrival – ebony, with bright blue eyes filled with intrigue and youth.
They had done this? With such acts.. had they done something to
@Aria?
The story was told to the point that brought them to the present. Constantine paused, giving his tongue a gentle click to the roof of his mouth as he considered the grey wolf.
“So that brings us to now – but what does that mean to you?”
He wasn’t sure what to make of the Moonspear news – his eyes would drift to study the features of the boy before him briefly, considering his words. Screech continued – and then mentioned he wished to seek a home with his family. The names were unfamiliar to Constantine, but he cringed within at the thought of their numbers dropping even more – especially when he had considered the one-eyed wolf to be an asset.
The wolf discussed debt to him, and the Regal’s brows furrowed, though in mild thought. “I won’t hold a wolf from his family to work off a debt,” he responded, not requiring a moment to even think on the matter. If Screech desired to be elsewhere, the swarthy wolf wouldn’t keep him here under the guise of guilt. It would serve none of them, in the end.
And he knew, if he had a chance to be with his family once more, too.. “Be with your family. They’re more important than you might ever know,” he spoke, his features softening.