Sirius was on patrol when he found the little pup, upon a rock and bound in tears. He made his way over to her, and well he had not spent as much time with Pesto as he had with Venom, he still felt that possessive bond over her. “Hey, Little Ghost” he said gently, scooping up the black and white wolf, who looked so much like her mother, and pulling her close.
“How about you tell me all about it” he offered, knowing exactly what ailed her, and knowing he could do little to help. He could however be there for her, standing over her, and growl at anything that looked twice at her. That's what he was good at doing, much more so then the touchy feely part of things. Still, he forced himself to try, for the little pups sake.
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