i'm sorry i can't be perfect

It was only a moment before the other wolf was following, curiosity digging out his questions, and a bit of personality in the asking. Sirius hid a smile, delighting in the distraction the boy offered. He put aside everything else, Zee, Tamsyn, everything and everyone. He concentrated instead on winning over this boy and stealing him for his own.

“Home is the Armada, and I am it's Warlord.” he said simply, following the pathway that would lead to the Prairie. It was still a long way till home. “What's your name, kid?” he asked as the familiar sight of the prairie greeted him.


"Speech"