i'm sorry i can't be perfect

Sirius nodded his head in acknowledgement. “Very good, you’ve been paying attention.” he didn’t know where Grimshaw had come from, there were faded, unfamiliar scents on his coat. There was also something vaguely familiar about him, but he couldn’t put his paw on it yet. Had he met the boy as a child? He had met many wolves in his life, and he felt like he should remember this one.

“We aren’t far now from the Armada. Do you have it in mind to become a warrior, Grim?” he asked the younger wolf. That was his intention for the boy. To mold him into a fighter. It was what Sirius knew best. It was what gave courage to those that needed it. The ability to fight for yourself.



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