He nodded once more in response to the scarred male’s response, his chartreuse gaze flitting over to his new companion; subordinate. Had two months been enough for Wyckoff to see the Lore and decide where was best for him to settle down? Lachesis had moved around more than he had wanted to in his younger years, and often still yearned to stretch his legs and see his former haunts. But he had a family—a home. He would remain at the Surge until he no longer felt the desire to lead and a replacement came along to take the throne.

“A few rambunctious cubs,” he hummed in amusement as he responded to the male’s question, his ears cupped forward. “my mate, who leads the pack with me, and half a dozen others.” They were not as grand as they once were, but they remained steady. Stable. That’s all that mattered to the ghost. “You will meet them soon,” he added as he motioned forward with his maw. The main dens were not far from where they were.