What you owe

Roan had been pulled to the pack on the back of a cart, too injured to walk the long journey himself. He was staying in Io’s cottage, Sirius believed, and for the most part, the Warlord had left him to himself. He needed time and space to heal, and he knew the man was in the best hands with Io.

However, the brute was also taking up resources. Sirius helped to hunt for him, a commitment he had already decided to take part in. if Io was doing the work to heal his wolves, he would feed them. Roan was his, but only just. So far the man had been nothing but a pull on pack resource, and the Tyrants leniency would only go so far.

It had been a few weeks since then, enough time surely for the dislocated shoulder to support his weight the deep gouged across his face would turn to scars, and Sirius didn’t see them hindering the man in battle unless someone actually reopened the wounds.

With this in mind, and Io safely away from her den, Sirius would seek out the warrior.