Blacktail Deer Plateau set fire to the rain

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.