Ooc: Set before Sirius goes to the Hallows

The Warlord could not deny that Mojito was always there. He was the wolf Sirius called upon now to be the first at the scene of an injury. He was quickly becoming the Armada’s main healer, and it was time his rank reflected that. He would need to take on the packs stores, and fix up the glass house the Warlord had made for his son.

It would be a big job, and the boy was young yet, but the Warlord had never let age stop him from pushing his own children to the brink of their abilities.

He made his way into the communal space in the pack lands, and raised his head. Calling for Mo.


"Speech"

Mojito had to admit he had been kept pretty busy as of late. Part of it was just him desperately trying to keep his own stores stocked, something that was proving futile as the cold of the winter had proven stronger than the march of time that should have ushered in spring. But he was constantly feeling like he was underfoot, never not doing something. But if he was being honest, even though it was hardly a glamorous job he wouldn't have traded it for the world, back in Ashen he'd been left to feel unwanted and in turn, he'd not been motivated to apply himself... but here, well he certainly was eager to prove himself. So it wasn't totally unexpected to hear Sirius calling for him even if Mojito didn't know what he was being called for exactly, he would finish poking around at a very frozen stalk of Yarrow. Hoa would trot behind the boy ready to rush back to the den to gather what meager supplies they had if need be but something about the warlord's tone didn't seem urgent so there wasn't much worry, though he had no intention of making the man wait too long. He approaches Sirius, dipping his head respectfully and waiting patiently. Speech

Holy Heck, thanks Kat!