New Beginnings [Sirius]

Sirius seemed to finally either tire of his task or come to a stopping point, as he turned to take his fill of the meal when Dove stepped away. The star-speckled man took his time cleaning pelt, first his paws that were ruddy with the fresh blood from the hunt and then his maw, currently in similar circumstances. An empty belly no longer weighing on his mind, Dove considered the day's . . . interplay. He replayed everything that Sirius had done, cataloged all of his own responses, and tucked them away for later studying.

Sirius was . . . puzzling. His initial greeting had been neutral before he'd fallen to poking game Dove was certain now had been to test his mettle. He'd relinquished that easily, though, and had not only seemed . . . concerned with the ghosts that haunted Dove and the reactions he had yet to gain any measure of control of. He considered this as he stood, pelt as clean as it would be, for the moment. He'd offered Dove a place amongst his wolves, and Dove was wary, unwilling to trust Sirius and take the offer at face value. There had to be an endgame, a goal for the other wolf to be so willing to be kindly to a stranger, and until Dove knew what exactly that was, it would be remiss of him to trust so easily.

Dove knew he'd glanced interest in Sirius' gaze at multiple points of the day, and until he knew what that interest was, the other man's honeyed words would fall on deaf ears.

Dove glanced about, making sure there was no danger. He might not trust him, but the good that drove Dove to seek asylum in another land rather than lashing out at the wrongs permitted against him, drove him to make sure the area was safe while Sirius ate.