Satellite

His hunting companion was quick to move, and seemed instinctively to know exactly where he needed her. Perhaps that was her years of servitate, it led to a profound understanding of the moods of her masters. As she killed it, Sirius moved his body partly over the fallen deer, putting himself in the way of its flailing limbs to offer her a sense of security. He caught a good kick to his shoulder and grunted, before it fell still with death.

He looked up to the small hunter with a grin on his face, only to see her expression fall from exuberant, to quiet. He frowned at her, not liking the feeling that stirred in his gut. It was a feeling of possessiveness, and rage at her previous king. Acciona was his and that false king had damaged her. One day, Sirius would kill him for that.

He took a step back, off the kill, giving some space between the two of them. “Very good” he said approvingly. “I see hunting is in your blood” he surveyed the deer, happy with their winnings. “Lets drag this back home”