Sirius didn’t know how to sit idle. He hadn’t been this laid down since he had almost died, and he hated the memory. To top it all off Zee wasn’t talking to him. It was the real icing on the cake of his frustrations. Dammit, that bullheaded woman was hard to understand sometimes. He loved her something fierce, and wish their ideals didn’t clash so. He missed her, and a part of him was frightened he had chased her away.
It left him even more foul tempered than usual. “Get out of here “ he roared when Bast tried to bring him a flask of water. He used his head to toss at her departing form as she turned tail from the angry titan. He wasn’t allowed to move much, his leg was set and bound, and it made walking near impossible. He felt absolutely useless, and the territory felt too quiet without Zee nearby. godammit he thought angrily. He wanted to throw something else, and even looked about his den for ammunition “Marshal, bring me rocks!” he snapped. Maybe he could see if practice made perfect in knocking magpies from their nests.
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