We'll fight until you forget who you belong to

Sirius flicked his gaze to Dove as he pointed at the Warlord's nose. He didn’t have to tell him Empress to see to the other man first, she was already making her way towards him. He grinned at her fondly behind her back, and knew he owed her a full explanation once this was done.

He decided to say nothing, so he did not risk ruining Deathbelle’s gentle words. Instead, he sat, letting the slowly clotting blood run down his nose and holding in a grimace. He would let Deathbelle take the lead. She was the right wolf to have picked, she was calm, questionless, and supportive in the moment. No need to tell Dove that she was an Empress, or he imagined he would scamper off before he could say ‘boo’