In the arms of the Armada

“Take some time to adjust” Sirius suggested. She didn’t have to embrace their life-style full force on the first day. She could stand aloof, and learned how things worked here. He would not judge her for it. All he asked of her was her loyalty. As he spoke he already made a start on the kill. In well practised motions as he separated the coat from the meat, hung it up the rack set up near the cellar for this very purpose, and carved the rest into segments.

Pick a place, anywhere in the Tall Grass Plains, and we can work out what you want from a den.” he promised her. Perhaps she would want a cottage, like Io - a more difficult thing to build, or a cozy house with a high ceiling in the side of a hill, like he and Zee had. There was plenty of opportunities within the Armada.

He finished storing the meat, dragging it into the cellar, and backing out again, closing the trap door behind him. “Would you like to get settled in first, or care for a friendly spar?” she had already proven she was a capable fighter, but he wanted to see how much so. He already had the intention of setting her up to be someone to watch his back. He needed someone he trusted, and he was already clicking with this young spitfire.