The fight was over quickly, and well Sirius tried not to let it seem like an overwhelming defeat for the small pup, it was soon quickly clear who the winner was. The small bundle of fluff didn’t have much in the way of advantage yet, and Sirius had too many. As he folded a pw over the pup, he had to be extra careful, lately his paw pads had been itchy to the point of excess, and he had dug gouges in the earth that in the past had been beyond me. His claw where changing, and occasionally he felt as though he could draw and sheath them at will.
“Pestilence.” he said, his voice soft, with a gentle rebuke in the tone. “A deal is a deal, and honour has to mean something. Who do you wish to be? Someone who keeps their word, even when it doesn't suit them, or someone whose word is assured as a rocky cliff? he asked the girl, he wasn’t fooled by her tiny fit, nor distracted. He would always be imparting lessons on these little bundles of fluff, as often as he did as they wished and obeyed their whims, he would do it with lessons in mind. They would not be mindless fanatics, but noble, strong rulers, powerful enough to hold their own.
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