ardent

Taking it easy

Cairo



Sirius

"Warlord"

The Hallows
High Councilor

Master Fighter (240)

Master Hunter (275)

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age
11 Years
gender
Male
gems
51
size
Dire wolf
build
Balanced
posts
3,227

LegendaryWealthySamhain 2022Statue 1 WorshipThe Ooze ParticipantThe Ooze - Variation 1
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06-02-2020, 03:17 PM


“It does indeed” he agreed dryly, grimacing at his own memory of a broken leg - and that had been only one - The healing process had been long and painful. Both for him, and anyone who had had to suffer him. Io had seen the worst of it, and she had weathered him. Loving sister that she was. He trusted none other with his healing body as he did her.

Sirius moved closer to Cairo at the younger wolf's agreement. Watching as he managed to pull himself awkwardly pull himself to his two good feet. Sirius conveyed him for a moment with a frown. He wasn’t as small as the majority of wolves he was accustomed to. He pressed himself gently against the tawny wolf's side, offering the support of his weight, as he helped Cairo hobble to the cart. The cart itself had been converted to a sled by Io for winter use, so there was no high reach for the poor injured wolf to step into. Sirius aided him in getting onto the padded floor, before popping back into the cottage.

Returning with a few rolled up furs, he propped them gently under the injured limbs, so they would not move about too much as the sled moved. “Feel secure?” he checked with the man, before strapping himself into the front with the ropes. He moved them along at a careful pace over the snowy floor, and led them down towards the beach. He took a fairly direct route, passing through the communal space. With the firepit, now sheltered from the snow, and gently smouldering. Past the towering Obelisk with the pack rules chisels into its side, and a few dens. Some taken, others empty. This he didn’t mind Cairo seeing, this did not show their numbers or defences. So long as he was at the reins, he could somewhat control how much the man saw.

They hit the beach, far from the training rings, though parts of the barracks could be seen from here. He stopped them near the water;s edge, clear of any rippling tides. “This is one of my favourite places to stop and remember the views” he explained, untying himself, and seating his bulk beside the sled.

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