Tricks of the Trade

Sirius was always quick to respond to a call within his pack. He owed something to these wolves, in return for their allegiance. He protected them, answered their questions and provided for them, so long as they in turn pulled their weight. He recognised the sound of Io’s mother, and was surprised to hear her call. Knowing how often she went on patrol, he wondered if her matter would be related to his borders.

He made his way across the plains in short order, and found the woman by the flattened grass. The older wolf looked expectantly towards him, and he cast his gaze around her, before returning to her dark form. A slow smile began on his lips. He knew why she had called him here, and expectation thrilled through him. “Resin, needing some brisk exercise?” he asked lightly.