New friends

Oh, thank goodness. He was friendly. She could never be too sure, especially when Sirius was involved. While fatherhood had seemed to temper the warlord's spirit she couldn't forget that he was still the same wolf who'd struck a terrifying bargain with Poem for Motif's safety. He was... unpredictable. Did his son take after him in that way? "I'm glad you've heard of us, Mortis," she grinned. Good. Sirius had spoken of them. She hoped to tighten their alliance in the coming seasons. Hearing that he had personally escorted Aurielle to Abaven's borders gave her hope of a tight-knit, triad alliance. Then maybe she could finally, finally relax. It felt like she'd been holding her breath ever since Winterfell had left her borders at the end of the raid; always waiting for the other paw to drop. She chucked at Mortis' comment but was pleased to hear that Sirius had complimented her. "Yes! I'd very much like to be friends. What d'you usually do with your friends?" she asked, her ears pricked with interest.