Wild Berry Meadow between earth and sky

I hope you don't mind me and Regi! c:

A good outrider knew the lay of the lands around the pack and ...beyond, even, just as a good warden knew the territory of his pack like the back of his paw. Running patrols of the Plateau had been a good exercise to familiarize himself with their territory markers and made it easier to make the mental map of the Plateau but the Frostfur-DiSarinno was not contented to stay strictly within the pack lands. Young and adventurous as he was Regulus had parted from the pack's borders on personal outrider business. His exploration of the lands beyond the Plateau was far from official, yet, he could never earn the outrider trade if he never left the pack lands. Admittedly, Regulus had ventured a bit further than he had initially planned but he was confident in his abilities to back track and find his way back to Blacktail Deer Plateau.

He wasn't as concerned about it as, maybe, he should have been: yet that was the folly of his youth. Confidence. Not enough to make him an arrogant prick with an ego the size of the Plateau. No, Regulus could not stand wolves like that...and he had his fair share of aunts and uncles that harbored that type of (what he found to be) abhorrent arrogance. Being the son of the young, innocent and incredibly naive Aranche had not garnered Regulus any level of sympathy growing up; and it was only when he'd ascertained that her siblings would watch out for her, would not allow her to be taken advantage of as his unknown father had clearly done, did Regulus part from his extensive family to strike his own path in life.

Regulus had not realized as a young child that his mother had harbored a very innocent and childish view of the world, it was only as he matured and aged did it come to dawn on him; and at first he had warred with himself, wanting to strike out on his own but also wanting to stay because Arachne needed him. To protect her, to chase off any asshole male that would manipulate her. Isi's death had, according to several of his aunts and uncles, had been hard upon the young Arachne and it was speculated that the absence of her revered father in his death that had impacted her. The very man that Regulus was named after, and had been told, resembled in more ways than just the bear-like build and eyes.

Caught up in his train of thoughts, Regulus did not initially notice the other until a noise broke him from his revere and his eyes of liquid gold fell upon her in the distance. Instinctively, a bark rumbled from his lips to alert her to his presence, so he did not startle her ...if she had not already noticed him.