By now, Niles had finally figured out that being a father must have been hard work. Over the past year, he had taken it upon himself to groom and raise Kasai into a wolf fittingly named Chimera and the foundling who still went by the nickname of Mouse. When the Lyall had met them, they were gangly and insecure - quintessential yearlings at their very best. The three of them were something like a band-of-bachelors; the shadowy trace of a semi-functioning wolf pack, perhaps, if Niles was going to stand by himself and his still-budding paternal side. If anything, he was simply proud of how far they had come, even if their familial packs were seemingly no more.
It had taken some time for Niles to get Chimera to stop heckling Mouse for the hundredth time that evening, but in the end the two of boys managed to settle down. Mouse had tucked tail and curled up along the side of some moss-covered roots and Chimera finally relented after a bit of jaw-sparring and some authoritative growling on the Lyall's part. As Niles saw it, so long as the two heathens behaved and did as their superior had requested, he was more than capable of enjoying the "night off" and stretching his legs without either of the boys in tow.
His muddied paws traversed the foot of the mountainside, led blindly in the night by the whisper of waterfalls. Eventually, the waxing gibbous moon shone its rays through the broken cloud cover to show the lone wolf a secret Relic Lore kept only for the adventurous. A sweeping cascade of water leapt from the highest reaches of the Mountain of Dire to reach down into a shallow pool at the forest's edge. The pond's rippling surface twinkled and glittered like the stars themselves; and, for the first time in a very long time, Niles looked skyward and didn't miss Castel at all. Instead, he wondered if she would have approved of who he had become in her absence.