A lot of fear and a little love

It wasn’t long before Naiche was before him. Seers eyes glanced across the yellow wolf for a moment as Naiche finished approaching, and stopped before the Warlord. He looked serious, and more than a little unhappy. Sirius thought of Asla, and narrowed his eyes at Naiche. What did that boy have to be unhappy about? His blood had unexpectedly joined with the bloodline of the Fatalis.

“General Naiche. Sirius said, voice formal as he got to his paws, and stalked around the other wolf, coming along his side, and pausing. Turning his eyes back to the yellows of Naiche. “Have you anything to say for yourself?”


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