Shook hands with the devil

He asked for a full report, and the stranger spoke first, giving him little in terms of the larger picture. He was distracted momentarily by Resin’s departure, but a nod to the sky sent Marshal after her. His companion would ensure the older wolf was okay, and if she looked liable to collapse, would pull a healer her way. He would have preferred to go after her himself, as Tam would, but as Alpha and General, they had an obligation to deal with the current mess that had landed in their laps.

Tamsyn caught his attention once more, and he turned back to his General. Osmond the dead wolf was her brother? And she had watched her lover rip him to shreds? He hid his surprise, and went over events again. Of this wolf chasing them to his border, and Resin protecting them. Tamsyn’s past had been hard, though he did not know many of the details. He wanted to rip Osmond apart himself, now. He bit back a growl.

His General dismissed the girl, and the Warlord knew what was coming would likely be heavy. He positioned himself to lean lightly against Tamsyn, offering her support. “I want to kill him again. If I had a way to bring him back to life, I would, so he can suffer again.” he snarled. Which… probably wasn’t what Tam wanted to hear. He shook his head, though his hackles were still raised. He leaned harder against her, his possessive spike coming through. “Then she’s mine. For you. I will ensure her safety, and I will train her to defend herself. She’s mine now.” he promised her. Which was a declaration of all he would do for her. Coming from others, it might mean they should fear for the wolf. Coming from Sirius, it meant they would never want for support, training, or care.