Making a home

Sirius has been making his rounds, ensuring everyone was set up and comfortable in their new homes. He had found the new den Resin had made near the Weeping Woods. The scent of his sisters mother was all around its creation. He wondered if Meadow, the softer of the two wolves, was nearby? She was a strange, bubbly, sweet girl, and well he had been a little put off by it at first, it was different now that she was his. They all were, every wolf in this land. They were each of them different, and unique, with one resounding similarity. They were his, and he would protect them.

Afforded some measure of protection and comfort now that she was a part of his pack, Sirius had prepared one of the oxen coats he had hunted and cured recently. The overly large, and fairley fluffy coat would ensure a soft bed in what would be a strange new home for the woman. For either Meadow, or Meadow and her sister, depending on how they shared the den.

He had the coat thrown over his back, and he sat, careful not to dislodge it, and waited for the smaller woman to turn up. He had seen Resin head out on patrol, and didn’t expect to run into her any time soon.