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Sirius was in good spirits after seeing an old friend. He had kissed Tamsyn on her cheek, and told her she was welcome to stay as long as she liked. It was a decent journey, and he hoped she took him off on the offer. They could sit by the campfire and eat salmon and catch up on what was new.

But, in the meanwhile, he had a wolf to promote. The Warlord back-tracked towards the training area Naiche had set up for the Hallows wolf. Thinking to follow his tracks and find where he had gone off to. Instead, he found the golden wolf tidying up his area, and packing away his ‘pup’

The Warlord leaned against one of the dummies and watched him for a moment. “Don’t forget to feed him and make sure he’s in bed at a decent hour.”