burning bridges

Banshee’s call took him away from his routine border patrol, and into the heart of the pack. He moved across the tall grass plains, searching for the towering figure of the young pupil he had rescued. Time always seemed to get away from Sirius, breaking into the plans he carefully created. He had intended to spend more time training the young fanged warrior-healer.

He came to a stop a short distance from her, admiring the full height she had grown to. It did not compete with his own, but it was impressive nonetheless. She had come a long way from the skinny, weak-with-hunger creature he had pulled from the darkness. “Banshee” he said with no preamble, as he took a seat before her, and gave her the floor to state what she wished.