cute potatoes

The Warlord was snuggling the tiny beans that were already both trouble and a source of great love for him. He had always felt giant beside his pack mates, but nothing made him feel quite so large as when he snuggled little beans the size of his toes.

Every movement was done with exaggerated cautiousness, with the knowledge that one wrong move could squish a little tiny life that depended on him. That fear was very close to the surface every day. He loved these tiny creatures so badly, so badly that it hurt. He would fight nations for these tiny beings if he had to.

The shape of Hana, who was scurrying along at the entrance like a little ghost caught the attention of Marshal. The watchful bird let out a soft, amused squark, informing the Warlord within. Sirius raised his head cautiously, just a smidge, and pointed it towards the entrance. “Come in and meet them!” he called to whoever stood beyond. If they were a threat, Marshal wouldn’t have sounded welcoming.