Sirius! the Titan was in his den, grunting and heaving as he enlarged the space inside, so it was big enough for the brute to actually turn around without hitting his head. Only Sirius would think it was a good idea to built into the rock face, and chisling and heaving out stones was hardly an easy job. He dropped the one he had just plied free, and shot to his den entrance, and out the door so fast he almost tripped.
With a snarling growl on his face, he covered the short distance between their dens in a heartbeat, arrived at the scene, and aimed immediately to tackle the white wolf to the floor, before he could even register that A; he knew the man and, b: Deathbelle’s earlier fright was already gone and she was fluffing her tail like nothing was wrong.
All the Titan knew was that his Empress had squealed his name in fright, and he would do anything to keep her safe.
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