furious fanged folly

Sirius chafed at the time spent indoors, of waiting and resting when there was so much he needed to do within the pack. He was suppose to be starting the Armada down the right track, not being laid up in bed, and struggling to move.

It made any distraction welcome, even if more often than not he was a grumpy bastard about it. Anything to keep his mind occupied, the Tyrant took some time crafting, whittling away at sticks as he made large spears. He had a vague idea of taking them hunting for fish in the deeper waters near the sea.

He was just putting down his latest finished one, scraping wood from his teeth, when he would hear the approach of the young wolf. He folded his good paw over the stick, lifting his head to the den entrance. “In here Banshee” he said. His den had a two-part system, to give Zee some privacy from the dangerous sleeper. He waited until Banshee appeared before he nodded his head for her to take a seat. “How are you settling in?”