A place for you

The Warlord took a seat, looking up at the lightly clouded sky as he waited. He buried his anticipation of the hunt to come, he always relished the challenge of facing another predator, and he wanted to see how Banshee responded in the field. She held similar tools to his own, but their training had not moved on to live opponents.

She arrived with haste, anxiety written in the scrunch of her nose as she looked to him. “Banshee” he said, nodding his head in greeting, not allowing a moment of awkward uncertainty to befall them. The elements of their relationship had changed, and he was not a touchy-feely wolf, and nor, he believed was his daughter. Action would do them better than words.

“Indeed.” He agreed, nodding his nose towards the Hot Springs. “He’s a bit too interested in our borders, what say we help him decide to move along?” He suggested. Move along could be death or chasing, to Sirius, it did not matter.