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To be apart of something infinity bigger than himself was ...inspiring; and whole kind of awesome. He'd never been apart of founding a pack before (despite that all he did was follow Lasher and Dante, really) for Venia Dei had long since been founded before his birth. Before his mother's birth, even. There was a solidity, a loyalty that had rooted deeply, nurtured by this move — by the realization that he'd helped make history even if it was nothing more than happening to pick the right pack at the right time. Still, even in that small way he aided and Regi would take his victories where he could. He felt apart of Donnelaith in a different way that he'd felt apart of Blacktail Deer Plateau — not that, that particular feeling made much sense to him. He couldn't explain it, even if anyone had asked. He simply felt it. 

And his pride in Lasher (and by extension Blue Willow) was a swelling, strong pride; even if he couldn't claim to know either Alpha well. As Lasher's howl rose into the air breaking the previous stillness of it, other's voices roses with the Alpha's. Regi tipped his own head back and let his deep baritone join in with theirs.