Well... shit.

Sirius didn’t often step into the Alabaster shrine, the monument had been given as a gift to the Empress. He had plenty enough work to keep him busy at other corners of the Empire. The somewhat scared land reminded him more or Archon then Deathbelle, and he didn’t need any further reminders of his Empress’s dead husband.

He wasn’t sure what morbid curiosity brought him a little closer today, but when it did he would find the ash coloured and coated man that sniffed cautiously at his borders. Sirius came a little closer, his colossal form not towering over this man as it did most wolves. “Can I help you?” the Titan warlord said with a dry sense of amusement.