Surly Sentinel [Justice]

She padded slowly through the packlands, fresh off a patrol and a conversation with Paladin, who had returned with news about Cairo. It wasn’t the most ideal situation, but she agreed with the healer’s assessment that it was as good a solution as could be settled upon.

It would only be a couple weeks, at most three, he’d wagered, that Cairo would be hale enough to handle a journey home via travois or two-wolf stretcher. She would have to speak with the Nomads—they were due to visit any day now, come to think of it. The Nomads had a vested interest in her and her own, and would be giving her a good, thorough check-over while they were visiting. As it had been for generations. As it had been, for Redwood.

If she were a more cynical creature, she might have considered whether Sirius had pushed Cairo off the mountain, in order to have some sort of leverage over Valhalla, but she doubted it. Paladin was a good read of character, as was she. If anything, Malalia would not allow anything to befall the Valhallan man while he was there.

She caught scent of Justice and deviated from her path, tracking the older woman. She knew her beta-ranked pack-mate was getting antsy and constricted by her high rank. While Cairo would be set back by his injuries, and subsequent reconditioning once he was healed enough to work himself back into shape, she was sure he would be ready to rise a lot sooner than he himself seemed to think. He’d guessed four. She was pretty sure he’d hit at least Dauntless by three, if he pushed himself hard enough.

“Justice?” She called out as she spotted the older wolf ahead.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Labhair an Sean-Teanga." ---- "Hear" ---- Think