He was a king, a ruler, a tyrant. This was a foreign feeling to the man, who had hardly ever expected to live up to anything more than the degrading image his father saw of him. He was, after all, crippled in such a damaging way that in Vengeance's eyes, the male was little more than a nuisance - a nuisance he kept alive simply because he had promised Sonja that he would. A soft sigh bubbled from the Bolide's lips as he pushed these thoughts from his mind, knowing that now, he was a king - he needed to act like it. Rising from his place of rest beside Raziela, the monstrosity nudged her gently behind the ear, granting her a gentle kiss as he aroused her from sleep, a wordless 'hurr'
rumbling within his throat to tell her of the day's events. The girl was wise and often understand Neuro's meaning without a single word, and so with that gentle nudge, he pursed his lips and disappeared from the den, making his way through the tunnels on his way to the exit. It did not take long, for the wolf knew the way well, and upon reaching the cool morning air, he drew in a deep breath, expelling it with an upward-tilted muzzle, the howl resounding across the land to summon to him the Llwydian wolves. Their numbers were small, but he had to determine just how minute the pack had become, what scant numbers were left. In addition, he had announcements to make, ranks to change - there was much to do in Seren Llwyd. The summons made, the Bolide shifted forwards once more, his nostrils flaring as he sought the pile of rubble that had so often been Theodore's perch. When he found it, the beast deftly climbed to the top, halting when its peak was reached and standing calmly, all four feet squarely balanced upon the rubble as he awaited his pack's arrival.