Building Bridges

He heard the movements of the small wolf as he darted free from the den and towards him. He ignored the young healer, concentrated instead on the building he was putting his mind to. Wrapping vines about the wood that served as the planks, tying it tightly with his teeth, and pushing it gently to test the sturdiness. No bridge of his would break under his young children when they were old enough to leave the den.

After a moment of silence, Bird still had no spoken, and the first parts of the bridge held steadily. Sirius released them, and turned his attention to the small wolf, casting a quick glance up at the sky, knowing what made the boy nervous. Sirius had cleared out every slightly large nest within miles of the Weeping Woods. He had likely decimated the bird population, but he had also hopefully ridden them of whatever anomaly had tried to take his wolf. “Bird, good to see you out and about” he commented, raising a brow as he cast his full attention to the healer.