Open doors and glass house walls

The Warlord nodded slowly, it was one of the reasons he was letting this happen. Letting his son go. His healer child would do better in the more friendly-natured pack. It helped that Sirius remembered the time not too long ago when another wolf had tried to rip off Indigo's tail in front of him. A wolf whose face Sirius would never forget, even if Indigo had proven himself in winning the battle.

Flowers had always been the language between the two wolves, even - and especially - when Sirius had struggled with showing affection. He had built gardens and greenhouses, places for Indigo to feel at home in his birth pack. He reached out a paw, showing Indigo the seedlings nestled between his claws. “I am told these are called the Armada Rose, I hope you will grow them and remember your roots, and that your family will always be here for you.”