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"I'm sure she'll be happy to hear your wishes and the news of your children," she replied. Although Sirius had committed a grievous offense against her family, he hadn't known Motif's fate at the market. Theory had to believe his intentions weren't sinister. Although Motif arrived in poor shape, something told her that was less about her treatment and more about the unaccounted time between her release and return. Poem had been in the best shape of her life when she'd arrived at Abaven's borders. He had truly turned her into a warrioress to be reckoned with. The spars of their youth were long gone - in fact, she would have liked to face her again soon. They'd be on entirely different footing. "But yes, I would like to discuss the matter further with you. Plainly said, I believe his "contract" with the Hjarrandi extends past this single raid. I don't believe any pack is safe. I do not know the exact terms of their agreement, but I would be on your toes. We were considered allies and he merely sent a messenger. I am not sure he would be as kind to someone he's lost to before." Her tail swished as she waited for his response. It wasn't necessarily an open offer of support, but it was a tidbit of information Sirius might find useful. "Once the dust has settled, I'd love to invite you, your wife, and family to join us for some food, maybe spars, and conversation. I'll send my raven ahead to let you know when, if you'd like to accept." There. That sounded like a real friendship to her.