I Wish, I Wish...

Roan didn’t have much in the world, he was a minimalist by nature and before accepting a place in the Armada he’d been not much more than a vagabond. The silver marked titan and his sister lived from job to job, keeping little but the fur on their backs. He hadn’t collected much of anything, so instead of a physical item he brought a leaf with his pawprint on it.

A promise to the universe or whatever decided what luck was, that when he felt the tug to help he needed to answer. Roan didn’t like to offer any services for free, it was one reason he’d so eagerly accepted Sirius’s original offer of a year of service. His resources and Iolaire’s time needed to be paid back. He was nearly fully healed, and after that he was fate’s tool.

It wasn’t much longer after he’d decided his solution that Iolaire called for the packs. His limp was still noticeable but the pain was much less now. He easily made his way to her side and got comfortable without much struggle. Emerald eyes fell on her tiny form as he awaited her instructions.