What leads us here

Mojito had faced the scorn of his cousins, the feeling of ostrasization, of having the place that was supposed to be safest for him as a pup turn hostile, he knew the sting of hate. And yet he'd never been scared like this before... a chill rolling down his spine as heard Sirius' call. It wasn't that Mojtio hadn't known he'd have to face the man sooner or late, but suddenly the reality of the situation seemed to hit him. Despite his deep seated belief that the children the reaper carried could not be his, Asla seemed to think they could be so it was no doubt that she'd said as much to her father. But for all his sudden nerves the man wouldn't run, if only partially because he had no doubt that if he did Sirius wouldn't stop until he was found and dragged back to the Armada, probably not gently.

The man would arrive with his head high even if he was obviously still nervous, giving his warlord a respectful nod. "Sirius." He said, an ear flicking slightly, he'd instructed for Hoa to remain on standby just in case it turned out he was wrong and the warlord needed his healing services but had decided it probably was better not to have the sheep hanging over his shoulder.



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