His decision had been made. He would remain in Diveen, regardless of the change in leadership and he would be there for his brother as best he could. Family and roots were important and it was time that Xavier settled whether he thought he was ready for it or not. Ash was ready for him to be ready and that was what mattered. With their father gone it was his responsibility to make sure Ash was recovering from the loss and had something to focus his mind on other than grief. He had an idea in the back of his mind, a way to help Ash move on, but given his brother’s reaction to his attempt to cheer him up, he might not appreciate the effort...at first. Xavier would just have to screen potential candidates and bide his time, hoping that at the very least his own presence would act as a balm to Ash’s raw edges.

Pushing his plan to the back of his mind, Xavier pulled a more pressing task to the forefront. As worldly and knowledgeable as he was, it would never sit well with the older male to simply exist within a pack. He had too much to offer and the new Queen of Diveen was fairly young and new to the role. He had no doubt she could blossom in the role but it was also good to surround yourself with experienced and trustworthy individuals. This task that had him trotting towards the plains was a task to prove that Xavier was just such a person and that he had much more to offer than one might expect, despite his prolonged absence from the pack.

As he neared the borders of Asteraia, Xavier slowed, respecting the boundaries that were laid out by the pack’s leader. It was she, the Nameless One, that he was here to meet. Azariah’s companion Arturio had requested that a meeting be organized on neutral lands between himself and the leader of Asteraia. Xavier actually found it to be a rather bold and ingenious move. From what he’d gathered Arturio had previously been elected ruler of Asteraia before it had been taken from him by the Nameless One. To establish that communication there, especially given the climate of Moladion at the moment, was a daring and diplomatic move; assuming that things remained peaceful.

Stopping a respectful distance from the border of Asteraia, Xavier lifted his head and called out to the pack’s leader, or any who would speak for her. A peaceful messenger from the plateau come to speak with whoever would give him the time. A patient man, Xavier stood perfectly still, his eyes slowly roving across the border for any sign that another was going to answer his call. Hopefully they would honor his claims of coming in peace. If not, Xavier had been set upon enough times by strangers to know how to wriggle free. Hopefully though, words would be all that was exchanged that day.

eleven | 30in, 140lbs | no heart | no soul | diveen