Shook hands with the devil

Marshal had told him enough the Warlord had torn through the territory with enough disregard that he tore patches in the earth with the force of his powerful momentum. Even then, he arrived too late. The fate of the wolves gathered lay in the hands of his adopted grandmother. The impressive woman had torn the aggressor to shreds. He arrived, painting at the scene, to see the mess of blood and gore. It reminded him a little of his bear massacre. How alike be and Resin could be.

He found a particularly large chunk of flesh, and emptied his bowels. It wasnt as satisfying as rending flesh, but it was all he had available to him. Once the sound of water ceased, he leaned over, and kissed Resin on one bloody cheek. He kissed Tam next in a similar placing, and made his way to the stranger.

The woman he did not recognize looked frightened and uncertain. He left the lovers to themselves. He had no doubt they had much to speam on, through he wished to grab both of them and growl over their bodies. 'MINE' his mind whispered aggressively. But they were each others first, and as much as it hurt, he forced himself to respect that. He dipped his head to the woman, cautiously moving to bump his shoulder against hers. Not sure how much she could handle right now. "Im Sirius" he introduced himself, speaking softly.