Meet the neighbors

It was in short order that he heard answering footsteps, that brought a figure into the foreground. His own eyes were still switching from sunlight to shadows. At first, he got only an impression of silvers. When the wolf came into sharp relief, he found a silver touched woman that was younger then he had expected. There was a lightness to her stance that had him suspecting she was a warrior. There was caution in her, but lightness and amusement as well. She had accepted his son for the night, and watched over her. If he knew nothing else of her, he knew this.

The old fighter returned her smile "I hear ducks pick up any lost duckling and add them to their brood..." he began, her mischief echoed in his own. "However this one was not lost, just apt to wonder his nose into any old business. I'm Sirius. He sent a messenger bird to tell me not to worry, but concern isn't so easily dismissed." He explained. Now that he had seen her, and heard the sound of playing children in the distance, he could see this was nothing hidden beneath the message. Mortis was well and fine, and it seemed he owed this stranger his thanks.