A bit of Sea

He broke Bird free of the avians grip, and pulled him into the Warlords grasp. He held him tightly, and allowed the young wolf to cry into his coat. His own heart hammered painfully in his chest, a sound the young healer could likely hear. As he gripped his young slave, Bast picked up the form of Marshal gently in her maw and brought him over to them. The bird was already blinking open his eyes and shaking his head as the cat put him down. As Sirius thought, stunned. Still, the vulture could have been killed from that stunt. Good grief, Bird could have been as well. The sky! Sirius never before had thought he might suffer danger to his pack from the sky.

He let Bird cry himself out, patting him gently on the back as he did so, enveloping him in the warmth and comfort of his body. He really did feel like a child, pressed up to the Warlord like this. Tinier than his wife. Almost the same size as his Snow Leopard. Sirius sighed softly, his protective instincts in overdrive. Bird was his. His to own, to protect, to nurture. He would never let something happen to him, so long as he had breath in his body. His possessive instinct might almost come across as fatherly in that moment. “I’ve got you” he said softly to the young man.