Well at first he had demanded Zee’s respect from a wolf they needed to fulfill the Empress’s requests - he found himself now agreeing with her as they fought the consequences of her absence. He gave a grumpy grunt in response to her comment. If he saw Dutch again. He would likely give her a piece of his mind. She had been a great sparring partner, and promising crafter, but standing them up with the baby shower looming above them didn’t put Sirius in a great mood.
“But whom?” he asked softly, taking a breather from the bag of feathers in his mouth to speak. They needed to figure something out, fast, and hoped the crafter could work quickly.
He picked up the sack and walked in silence again, lost in his thoughts and schemes about what their options from here might be. They moved through the trees, and with the scent of dead birds directly in front of him, he missed the scent of the watcher. Did did catch movement from the corner of his eye, twitching an ear as he cast his gaze upwards. A chattering monkey darted past, which he ignored as his attention roamed back to the path.
As he did so, he heard the sound of a thump, and turned to see the large, lean tiger as it landed heavily on his companion. With an enraged roar, Seer dropped his bag and moved to tackle the large cat off Zee. why it had gone first for the smaller wolf he did not know. The tiger must be addled in the head. He would use that to defeat the stupid beast.
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