At your door

She found herself pleased to answer Sirius' call. There was once a time when it would have caused her to quake in rage, but it felt like eons ago now that Poem and Motif had been safely returned. Although their time in the Armada had hardened them both, it hadn't broken them. Poem had come back different, but more sure of herself. Stronger. Motif had come into her own quietly but with grace. In some strange way, she had Sirius to thank for that. Of course, he was also a formidable ally. There was no discounting the strength of the Armada and his relationship with the other packs of Boreas. Theory arrived quickly, greeting Sirius with a smile before she caught his trepidation. "Sirius! Good to see you. You seem tense?" There - she caught it! The scent of a predator. Theory's hackles rose and she peered around. "Did you tail that here? Where'd it go?" Once the immediate threat was quelled, there was more bad news to share. She couldn't be sure how far news of Ignis' coup had traveled. Drifa's visit seemed like a personal matter, not an errand she was running all across the continent.