If you love something, let it go

The bird shot from the sky so far Sirius thought war had found him, of the avian kind. He ducked to the side, turning his massive body, moving to swipe the bird so fast he threw it from the air and pinned it to the earth, stunned. He looked down at the unique white coat of the raven and made to take off its head. “Poem!” it squawked desperately, just in the nick of time. One of the only words that would have stilled him. He side, leaning back, but not releasing the paw that pushed it into the dirt. “Your from her pack?” he asked. He had wondered if any of her family would come looking for her eventually. He had hoped Motif would head them off at the pass, but that was too much to ask of the spinless pup.

“Speak fast, bird, im hungry” he warned. The bird, stunned, shook its head, and tried to orientate itself from the ground. “Her mother, dead, last words given! She must see her her family, Shaye is dead!” it squawked pitifully.

"Fuck!”

The titan spat, releasing the bird with a disgusted sigh and a flick of his wrist. He looked at the bird in agitation as he let his mind work through it. He could kill the bird, keep it from his apprentice, and keep her here without leave for the year. He could work heart to earn her loyalty, and at the year’s end when she visited her family, she would know what he had done, and he would lose her. Alternatively, he could release her, despite how little time he had had to work with her. He was yet to earn any sort of trust, and if she went back to her family now, he could lose her. He would be forced to rely on her honour, to tear her from her family and bring her back to him to complete her promised time. He paced back and forth in agitation, glaring at the bird for being the bearer of bad news. He only had one choice, and if she did not return to him, he would come for her. Sirius did not give up what was his easily.

With a dejected sigh, he stopped lying to himself and knew he would not keep his apprentice from the news of her dead mother. He might not have installed respect in her, but he already respected the spitfire. He tossed back his head and howled for the girl.