The Devil Went Down to the River

Sirius rolled to his paws, and smiled as a call from Asla rang out for him. The days had been a little better. There had been brightness in his life again. He didn’t know where things would go from here, but Deathbelle slowly began to patch up the pieces of him. He spent his days training Art and playing with his grandbabies. Life wasn’t perfect, but maybe he had a reason to get up in the morning.

He trotted towards his daughter, wondering if her call was anything to do with her little ones. They were young get, but spirited. He would not be opposed to starting their training under the Armada Warlord. He had already teased little pieces of the idea into their heads, asking them about their knowledge of forms and defences.

He yawned and trotted towards the other wolf, his smile a little easier as he stopped before her. “Good evening, my star”

"Earth" & "Stars"