Regulus wanted to come across as over eager but he wanted to make good on his promise that he would pull his weight in the pack upon his acceptance; and he figured running a patrol was a good way to start. It was only a bonus that it aided him in learning the full extent of the territory. It was a routine that was familiar to him even if the lay of the land was vastly different from Venia Dei. He had held the Guardian apprenticeship as a boy and he was eager to at least earn the version of the Guardian co-rank that was recognized in the Teekon Wilds. Warden he'd been told it was called. Warden. Guardian. It was the same thing. The pack's first defense against intruders, and a trade that Regulus Frostfur-DiSarinno was well equipped for. Bearing the tall, burly, bear-like build of his grandfather, Isi, he cut an intimidating figure, initially, for being as young of an adult as he was.

Perhaps that was why he felt he had to work so hard all of the time, especially in a family as large as the one he'd been born into (not accounting for the multiple branch-off's he was also related to). If you did not do something worth noting you were often swept under the proverbial rug. It only taught him the value of hard work from an early age. This was, perhaps, not a bad thing, but despite that he'd told himself he wouldn't, he brought this worry to Blacktail Deer Plateau with him. That if he did not put forth the effort that he might be forgotten. That he would not matter. It was flawed thinking, and he fought a warmth beneath his cheeks in embarrassment as he considered it. Blacktail Deer Plateau wasn't anything like Venia Dei — not even close; this was an easy enough comparison for Regulus to make despite his the novelty of being apart of the Plateau.

He pushed forth, against the slightly bitter chill upon the autumn wind of the afternoon, eager to learn the land and earn his place, regardless.

A voice called out to him, breaching the silence that Regulus had become cocooned within, lost in his focus on the task at hand — patrolling the borders whilst familiarizing himself with them and a very vague lay of the land — and simultaneously entertaining his partially absent and errant thoughts. He did not allow his thoughts to stray too far, however, knowing that a daydreaming warden was worse than no warden at all. Ears of rich chocolate cupped forth to stand at attention atop his skull, heavy steps ceasing as he gave pause, sparing, at first, a quick glimpse over his shoulder to catch a quick peek at his companion before he shifted his body so that the two youths were facing one another as the other continued his approach.

He moved with a confidence that Regulus currently lacked — a confidence of the land. His demeanor in his smooth approach told the Frostfur-DiSarinno that his companion had been here quite some time, even if he had not been born in these lands. The other boy was darkly colored, like him, only he did not share the unique and curious markings that Regulus did. “Hello,” Regulus returned, tone amiable. The teddy bear even offered his unknown companion a small smile. “I was just running a patrol,” Eyes of liquid gold left his companion for the briefest of moments to survey the landscape around them before they returned to rest back upon the other. “and familiarize myself with the pack's borders and lay of the land.” It would take time, of course. More time than Regulus could cram into a single border patrol. Still, a head start was better than nothing in his mind.

“I'm Regulus, by the way; but you can call me Regi if you want, most did back in my birth pack,” Apparently, it was easier to say than 'Regulus' though the Frostfur-DiSarinno would answer to either the formal or the nickname.

Regulus did not fail to notice how the other's stance lifted, took to be a subtle show of dominance even if it had not been intended as such. Regi did not know the other's thoughts and thus was left to make assumptions upon body language, a universal language known between them as primal beasts. To show that he meant no challenge, his own posture lowered, the slight lowering of his head, the low set of broad shoulders. He was new here — that in an of itself made him wholly inferior to all of them. “It's a pleasure to meet you Cas,” Regi returned with a friendly smile toying at the corners of his lips, trying out the nickname that the other youth offered him. Regulus didn't mind being addressed as “Regulus” but the use of nicknames felt more ...personal. Like they were making an effort to be friends, despite that they were virtual strangers.

“That would be great,” Regi responded to the offer of companionship and a tour. While he hadn't particularly minded learning the boundaries on his lonesome he wasn't going to decline an offer for company. Not to mention, the tour Cas promised would no doubt prove to be beneficial to Regi, for surely the other knew shortcuts that would take Regi weeks on his own to maybe stumble upon. “So your parents are beta's huh? That must be pretty cool,” Regi spoke as he moved to catch up to Cas, attempting to make conversation. Venia Dei had been family led, too, but Arachne (his mother) was unfit to lead given her innocence and nativity that made her easily manipulated and vulnerable, even if she would have an adult mental state she was easily one of the youngest and last children of Isi Frostfur and her numerous elder siblings had been vying for the Patriarch's position long before her conception and birth.

“Like ass, huh?” Regi repeated with a soft chuckle and a little smirk that border-lined wicked. There was something amusing about the saying “tastes like ass” and he didn't attempt to hide his amusement. “Most medicines do taste like ass, though.” He admitted with a lofty shrug of his shoulders. More often than not Regi was getting some sickly looking plant paste slathered on his skin ...if he sought medic attention at all, as opposed to eating/ingesting anything. He had a suspicion of medics, though this might have stemmed from the fact that he didn't know much about plants and wouldn't be able to tell if they were trying to poison him or heal him; and he'd once heard that in small doses some poisons healed.

“Uh, I think you covered the basics, right?” Regi inquired allowed, contemplative gaze lifted from his companion to take stock of their surroundings for a second. “Nah, I think I'm good, thanks for showing me around,” He decided after his gaze settled back upon Casmir. “Did you want to hunt something before we parted ways or just...part?” Regi was a little hungry (it took a lot to keep the bear filled) but he wouldn't force Casmir's paw if he just wanted to leave and go about his business.