Sirius groaned softly as he heard the summoning howl, he lifted his bulk from where he had just rested it. Rolling to his feet with a reluctant sigh. He had spent the better part of the last few hours beginning the entrance of his den. For what he wished would take a lot of time and effort, to place his den in the face of the ravine close to that of his Mistress’s den.
He had hoped to get in a break before he continued, but it seemed his superiors had a different idea in mind for him. Not wishing to delay a summons, he fell into a ground-eating lope, his large paws covered a great deal of ground quickly with a long stride. It brought him to the Klein that he had known fleetingly back in the original Empire. This wolf wasn’t as short as most, but the fanged wolf still had some five inches on him.
Having mastered the art of not looking down on those that stood shorter than him, the Titan would arrive before the shorter wolf and let his stride fall to a stop. He stretched out his right forepaw, and bowed low over it deference to his better. “You called for me, your Grace?” he said, leading to the question of how he might please the other. The howl had been a challenge, and Sirius was weary of what that might mean. Did he expect him to fight the other wolf? “If a spar is your desire, I am unworthy of the honour, but will do as you bid.” he said, caution in his tone. If he accidentally injured the Klein, his life would be forfeit.
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