Wee Hours

“I know the feeling” he agreed, having never before had siblings to be raised with, to love and argue and banter. He had had Deathbelle, a childhood friend, and who he had told much to, but he had also been beholden to her. It might have been nice to have a sister to speak to. Yet, he was glad Io had not been there. Being raised as a slave in Ashen Empire had not been easy.

He watched as a yawn split her muzzle, and wondered if he kept her awake, even if he had found her already here, enjoying some quiet of the night. “I want to try it.” Sirius said, pushing away his doubts, eyes turning flinty as he charged ahead with the determination of a bull. Dammit he would find a solution, even if it meant taking risks. He would set Marshal and Bast on watch duty, and perhaps he should send Io into the Ashen territory, so Deathbelles wolves can keep an eye on her as well as their own. That way, if something did come creeping into the territory well he was under medical slumber, they could not hurt her. he could not hurt her, if it all turned wrong. He tried not to break out in a cold sweat at the thought of being locked in his nightmares, unable to break free.