Toil and Trouble

Wolves, wolves, wolves! How he loved to find whatever wolf Sirius had brought home next. This one had actually been brought over by his mother, and what with his whole scaring her on the cliff thing, he hadn’t realised this wolf had arrived. She had very nearly sneaked under his radar, but in the end the pup loved to meet every wolf that arrived.

It was a slightly late welcome committee, but he would step on it at last as he bounded past the communal fire pit and danced towards Bird’s garden. He sniffed the little fence his father had helped build, and wagged his tail as he caught the scent of herbs and was instantly reminded of Indigo.

He continued on, sniffing away and searching until he found the new den and the scent of the stranger. It was of course late into the night, and not at all an hour to be imposing on people. He was however a little bit of an insomniac like Deathbelle, and found himself restless at night. “Hellllloooo?” he called out at the entrance