Peaceful Solitude Accompanied by Work

The new season brought a lightness to the Warlords step. The winter chill had not agreed with him, and the scarcity of supplies had kept him busy from sunrise to sunset. Now, with a growing pack, and much of his stores used, the Warlord would begin to restock. Searching for warm coated creatures to line new dens. Thick hides for armor, and gut to work with needle in their creation.

Today brought him towards the North. The lands easier to bare with the lack of snow on the earth. His bear companion lumbered easily at his side. His leopard prowling the woods out of sight, and Marshal scouting ahead by air. He chased the soft-footed hair his Vulture had sighted for him, and it brought him further into the woods. With the wind against him, he heard the wolf before he saw her. The sound of her humming filling the woods around her, and reminding of his foster daughter. She was a wolf that loved to sing.

Pushing forward through the foliage, the mountain of a man would find the healer as she worked. His hare, darted close to her legs as it fled from him. Sirius chose to pull to a stop, instead of crashing into her, and panted lightly from the chase.