Which came first again?

The small healer Zee had subjugated - nabbed right from his grasp without the slightest hesitation and already was showing fondness for, would call for him. He had seen the way Zee had looked at this little wolf, and was reminded himself of the dynamic between Deathbelle and his Wife. he knew Zee was chuffed, thrilled, at having the handmaiden for herself. With that in mind, Sirius responded to the call with a soft howl, letting her know he was on his way.

He released the thick pronged bush he had been using to smooth the sand arena, letting it fall to the ground as he made his way from Sea’s Plain to the tall grass. Falling into an easy, ground-eating lope as he found where the healer sat. her anxious, weary face a far cry from the outright fearful one she had shown him the day she admitted to Zee’s control. He grinned at the healer, loving her purely for the fact that Zee loved her. “Odette, how can I help you?” he said as the mountainous Warlord slowed his steps and came to a stop before her. It was hard not to look down at her, tiny as she was, but he managed it without looming.