Lets be friends.

Sirius moved closer, and didn’t stop. Pushing himself into the dogs face - well, as much as he could with the height differences. It was more like pushing his chest into the small dog's snout. He flicked the boy's hat with a paw.
“I have just lost my wife and child, i’m stuck in a hospital bed, and there is a mutt in my path. Move it or lose it, boy.” Sirius growled.

There was no longer anything playful in his tones. He did not like to be challenged, not here, not now, and not by this boy. The Warlord knew getting into a fight could lead to loss of control again, but he wasn’t going to be able to help himself if Outlaw stood in his way a moment longer.


"Speech"