Her voice was a godsend to his ears. At least she would not ignore him. Chael’s eyes met hers as she spoke. Is that how his imprint felt about having a pup? Is that what she had told Raven? Although, he knew it was partly the truth, he knew that that black monster needed Raven - a wolf she loved. He doubted very much that his imprint would ever love him, and so he was convinced that the powers of fate had dictated their mating to produce their perfect daughter for the sapphire eyed wonder. Still, he was in no place to express his ideas - he couldn’t give assumptions as if they were facts. Only his imprint truly knew the answer, and since he’d never been told, he would not spout useless speculation so his daughter who had so fine a mind and had spent far more time in the company of her mother.


Chael was proud of her words - so mature and so accurate. He did need to face the mother of Raven, and also speak with Andras. Chael’s eyes looked away when she was quiet again, and his eyes flickered as he thought about what he would say to the pack leader. Then, he felt the briefest gesture from Raven. His eyes turned back to her and looking at her, he felt complete relief. She didn’t hate him - forgave him. He knew that there was no affection in her heart, but Chael felt completely warm with affection for her. He very badly wanted to hug her, but he refrained, knowing that would far over step his bounds.

“Thank you,” He breathed. Chael then shook his head, feeling the weight of his guilt shoved aside. He knew what to tell Andras.

He stood taller and looked to Raven. “Come with me, Raven.” He turned and made for the center of the pack land, his stride unfaltering. As they neared, his paws steps slowed, but he managed to maintain a posture of neutrality. He glanced at the bones of prey long eaten, and was relieved to see none other than he and Raven entering the main camp. He approached Andras’ den.

At the mouth, Chael finally gave into old nerves. His legs were shaking, and he tail was held tightly down. He’d never done this before. Never. He was never met to seek out or address the alpha. His breath became shorter, and he watched the outside of the den with wide eyes. However, remarkably, he didn’t shrink. Terrified as he was to over step his authority as servitor, he summoned enough courage to speak. His voice wavered, but he called, “Lord Andras, I would request audience with you.”