hello darkness my old friend

The Warlord leaned lightly against the other wolf, and his Reaper did not speak immediately. Sirius gave him a chance to work through whatever was bothering him. Knowing that if someone required eating, Sirius would be happy to do it for him. He had already failed once to protect Magnus from a bear, he had no intention of letting something else slip through his paws. Magnus was family.

He tensed when Magnus finally spoke, his words laced with venom and frustration, spitting free of his fangs. His brow furrowed, and he turned and looked more carefully at Magnus. “Your eyes?” his eyes were, of course, still there. But as the Warlord raised a paw and moved it softly back and forth in front of the other wolf, he would understand. His Reaper, was blind.

The Warlord let out a soft, angry breath. “Tell me about this witch.” First, beat the ever living piss out of it. Then, very importantly. find out how to help Magnus.