i'm sorry i can't be perfect

It was a long trek home, but Sirius was well accustomed to the route by now. He just about imagined he was burning a hole through the path, with the frequency of his travels. He had just passed over the Bifrost, and was angling to skirt around the pack that had taken over The Ashen Empires old stomping grounds when he caught sight of a wolf.

There was a strange sort of symmetry to the moment. Zee had once found Tamsyn perched in a similar position. Standing on the edge, contemplating the fall. Seers' slow, careful steps took him closer to the wolf, confirming what he was seeing. He supposed there was the chance he was simply taking in the sights, but some six sense told Sirius that wasn’t the case.

He was about the age of the Warlord's youngest litter, and an impulse took over him. He took another step, moving more briskly this time as he approached the wolf. “There's an awful long time to feel regret, and consider how much it might hurt, between the jump and the fall.”

"Speech"