He could taste the fear of the wolf before them, his pain and agitation were also quite plain in his anxious expression. He knew he shouldn’t trust them. His instincts were good, a shame he wasn’t in any position to act on them. Sirius didn’t let himself feel anything for the strange, his only priorities where those he already owed allegiance to, or considered friends. He refrained from looking up at Zee, weary of what he would see in her expression. It hadn’t been an easy path for hem to fall into this friendship, and nor was he certain how it had started, but he knew beyond a doubt that he would kill for her.
“Alright Nimbus, i’m going to try to make this as smooth as possible.” he promised, seeing no reason to increase the man's pain. He had hopped onto the coat with minimal fuss, through the distrust was still there. Sirius grabbed the coat carefully in his maw - carefully, so that his saber fangs didn’t nick the material, before turning and letting the coat drag beside him with Nimbus upon it.
The light, smaller wolf wasn’t heavy at first, but Sirius knew the distance would soon feel like endless miles. He kept his eyes forward, and leaned into the work. He had put his mind to this, and wasn’t going to stop for anything.
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