Patch me up

Sirius was scouting along the West, surprised at just how many packs lay in the territory now. Once, it had just been Valhalla, until Deathbelle had settled in there, and then he had branched out and made the Armada. He didn’t expect to find that three packs where still the area, now that both Ashen and the Armada had moved along.

On his way back home, he made his way towards the Descensum, the place where Resin had gained such terrible injuries. He wasn’t happy it had happened on his watch, and wouldn’t forgive himself easily. Perhaps that was why he wasn’t paying as much attention as he usually did, and stepped a little too close to the snake that had passed his notice. It struck him, puncturing a hole in his ankle, and bringing a hiss from the Warlords throat. He bent his head down, grabbing it in his maw and ripping it free, likely doing more damage to his leg in the process. He crushed its head between his fangs, and threw the carcass to the side. He lifted his head with another agitated hiss. He didn't know enough about snacks to know if it was poisonous or not.