tattle tail

Sirius stilled at the words Resin hit me. He did not know the warrior very well yet, other than as Io’s mother. What he did know of her told him she was practical and trustworthy, what would bring her to hit the child? Nonetheless, she had done so, and he would have to deal with it now. He considered the options, and wondered which would be kinder, to maim the older wolf, or send her from the pack? Neither was going to leave him in the good graces of his sister. He frowned, his motions of cleaning becoming a little less gentle, not on purpose - he just forgot to expend the same amount of energy being careful with the small wolf.

At least Azure sounded determined, admitting that he deserved it, but that he was not happy about it. “What did you do?” he asked, and then immediately followed it with. “If you do not like to be pushed around, learn how to be strong enough to stop it. I think it’s time to start your warrior training.” the boy was young, and tiny, but to Sirius there was no such thing as too young or too tiny to learn to fight.