Sharing Is Caring

Sirius knew the value of none-wolf companions at a wolf's side. He would never deny one of his members a companion. Still, he appreciated the small healer checking in with him. He knew she wanted to do right by this pack. The owl made his own introductions, and Sirius nodded in return the bird. His general placement of a companion standing in his head verified. Bast was like family, but oftentimes a companion was equal to a tool in his mind.

She offered to help with the meat, and he looked at the carcass. “Grab anything that falls off” he suggested. His superior height and strength meant he would be holding it high in the air. It would be awkward for her to try and get a hold on it as well.

“and Rigel decided to be one of your subjects? he prompted, talking around his mouth full as he nudged her to continue the story. She did so with little need for his encouragement, her voice light and soft for her parts, and adolescent and deeper for Morts. He chuckled at the mimicry of his boy's voice. This was where Mort’s strengths lay, in befriending and welcoming the wolves of the pack. Azure was stronger, and stubborn. He would be able to defend the pack, come what may.

He reached the smoke hour and began to organise the meat. “Say, Meadow, has anyone started you on basic training in fighting?” she was not a fighter but it was the rules of his pacl. Everyone must know the basics to defend themselves. Little Meadow especially, looked like an easy target if someone nasty out there decided to mess with her.