Behold- A Grey Ghost

That was all she had to say at the emotional tourmal she had left her daughter? His eyes were quiet, muted as he watched her. He let nothing slip through them, certainly not the intensity of which he surveyed this woman. She had given birth to a wolf he had come to love, but that did not give her an immediate path into the reclusive friendship of the Warlord.

That was all she wished to know, and then she would leave? Hmm, he wondered if perhaps he should keep her from doing so. She looked like she was no stranger to battle, but Sirius judged himself capable of taking down this warrior. But then, he had always had a swollen sense of his own strength. “ Well is a subjective term,” he would tell her, voice mild, despite the intensity of his thoughts.

His muscles tightened, just a little, but he made no move against the Mother of his sister. ”I will tell you that she has, in some ways, flourished in my care, If you wish to know more, you’ll have to ask her yourself.” He thought of her restless sleep, and whatever it was that kept her up. How some days she looked ragged and unwell, and at others full of life and joy. She was a wolf capable of love, and one who deserved it in return. His eyes narrowed upon the wolf, torn between the desire to keep away a tie that might take her from him, and the desire to bring her the news, to see for herself, that her mother lived.