Finding Friends in Unexpected Places

It seemed Sirius had found himself a little cling-on, as he moved about the party, ensuring no pups got into mischief and everyone was having fun, he realised that Artorias was clinging to him like his own personal shadow. The boys formal greeting forced him to swallow back a grin as he appraised the son of his almost mother and closest friend. In some very convoluted way, this tiny puppy was related to him in the same way his sister Io was. Through Resin, and adoption choices. What a strange, strange world.

“It’s good to meet you, Artorias” he returned, holding his crouched down pose as the boy came closer and closer, until they were just about nose tip to nose tip. “That’s true,” he said solemnly “It’s a lot flatter here” he wondered if the boy had been allowed at the top of the fall yet. That would give him a wonderful view.

“I am an Alpha, my title here is called ‘Warlord’ and well most of the fights I enter, I win, occasionally someone still gets the best of me.” he chuckled, but then, no matter your skill, there was always every once in a while you lost a fight. Sirius preferred not to think of them.