Go Directly to Jail, do not pass go do not collect $200

Sirius didn’t venture down into the cellar dug out in the spacious den, but rather left the stranger to do the rooting around for him. Instead, he stayed back, keeping a careful watch on the map. Marshal had hopped off his back as they entered the den, and he climbed onto the perch made for him just outside the door. He remained there, preening his feathers quietly. Bast was still out there somewhere, keeping a careful distance unless Sirius called for her.

When the man spoke, Sirius twitched an ear, surprised at the unusual words that graced his lips. He had never heard the language before, and the words were foreign to him. It did nothing but increase just how unusual this man was. A wolf, but not a wolf. He spoke their language, and another as well. It occured to Sirius that there might be a lot he could learn from this stranger.

The strangers brought out Dandelion, one of the few herbs he could actually name. He then stopped, and looked at Sirius. The Warlord looked back at him, unshifting, and still for a moment, before he relaxed a little, and took a step back. “We have a well, the water is drawn from the ground, and it’s covered, so it’s free of ash. We can grab some water there, and you take a drink, if you please.” Sirius offered, indicating he could lead the way. The well was mostly natural, but he had dug it out a little and a trader had built the cover.