Doves and Empress's

As Marshal plummeted from the air, squawking out the information, Sirius dropped the leg of deer and stood erratic, listening intentionally. Forgetting his meal and the blood on his chin, the Warlord raced from the Armada territory, and into that of Ashen. Searching for the Empress that he had backed and helped seat on the throne. His first student, and a wolf that would always be a daughter to him.

He stopped outside her den, even in his rush he would not be so crude as to barge in on the Empress’s sleeping quarters. Instead, he scratched at the door. “Empress, are you in?” he would hear from her own lips how she got injured, and who he could mangle and maim in revenge.