ignite your bones

Vivid green eyes watched as the Warlord made his approach, in the time that he and Io spent together she taught him the names of the important wolves he would do well to know. The one who pulled him out of the bear’s cave was Sirius. The Warlord of the Ashen Armada. Roan lifted his head from his paws as the alpha approached, his own blue eyes on him as the injured man assumed he was on track for him.

He settled in, the warlords relaxed position a reflection of his blunt words, yes his body was indeed going to pull through. However much his mind strayed to his doomed sibling. His thoughts were quickly derailed as Sirius’s paw touched to his deep wounds. All thought was gone as pain seared through his face, but the silver marked titan did not do any flinching but squeeze his eye shut. He deserved all the pain of his wounds, if Io allowed him Roan would have denied her attempts at pain management since the first day.

Inky ears tried to focus on Sirius and his words as he withdrew his paw and focused on the future Roan had been trying to ignore. Dapple was gone, his way of life was over. Roan wouldn’t admit it, but he was lost. Emerald green eyes were already averted from Sirius’s huge form, his shame obvious in the way he held himself and kept his eyes from the Warlord’s.

Though he would have been equally as content if they had just left him to the bear he knew there was a debt to repay now. Iolaire made it sound like he was free to leave whenever he wanted there was no desire to use the Armada for their skills and then promptly bounce. ”Heal, first.” He croaked, still looking out into the desert instead of at Sirius. ”Then I suppose my life belongs to the two of you.” He mused quietly, having been avoiding thoughts of his future like the plague thus far. Roan didn’t want to think about his life without his sister.