At your door

Her heart quickened. It was going after children? Poem's brood was tucked safely in her sister's den... all at once the blood rushed to her head. She felt herself snarl reflexively before she could catch it. The expression was ugly but the situation was uglier. It demanded ugliness. "Yes, please - lead the way," she said, her lips curled back over her fangs. Theory set her nose to the trail and invited Sirius over the border with a deft nod of her head. Together they'd track this wretched thing and put a swift end to its life before it could even come within the barest scent of her nieces and nephew. The lives of children were precious, that was one thing they would always agree on.