Érzelem

Sirius had gotten caught up after arrival, there had been a small band of coyotes that had been interested in the arriving part, and he spent some time scaring them out and strengthening his border scents. He had also helped Zee - grumpily- settle into their den. He had shown her the start of the the little bridge he was building over the small stream in front of their home. He had hoped to charm her with the homely feel he had tried so hard to put into his work. Never in his life would he have cared about making something homely, until Zee.

He was doing a check over the territory, when he saw the first flashes of lightning in the distance. The angry clouds rolled slowly, inevitably forward. He frowned at them, and tried to think of any last minute arrangements he needed to make. They had already stored their food in the celler, and he could think of nothing left out that would get destroyed by the weather.

He wondered if Deathbelle had settled in well by now, he debated heading over and checking up on her, when he saw the soft, faint flicker of the fire in the pit. Curious at who had lit it, and knowing the rain would kill it soon enough, the Warlord made his way over. The grumpy, sullen form of Io would be there. He winced, doubting his presences would be wanted. Still, the Warlord needed to know what was wrong. It was not like his sensible sister to act as she had, to walk on her injury as she had. She was a healer, after all, and his greatest adviser. He needed her to be sensible. He needed to get the root of what the problem had been, and help her with it. He owed her that.

He sat down in silence across from her, rolling to look up at the darkening sky. He said nothing, giving Io a chance to speak for herself, if she wished it.