we don't care, we don't mind

At his request, Absinthe was quick to accommodate him. The star-marked wolf leading the way, and Sirius at his heels. They moved into the dimmer cavern, passing by lamp fixtures in the walls. It seemed he was being led deep into the mountain. If they thought to do him wrong, they would be sorely mistaken.

“I hope I do as well.” The Warlord agreed sternly, but there was a hint of humor on his lips for those that cared to look. He perked up his ears at the sound of laughter and warm bodies. Silence came not long after, giving the impression that this complex was large enough to house multiple events at once.

“Select a few, Absinthe. Your decisions have been worthy thus far, let’s see how you do.” He complimented the smaller wolf. Curious to see what sort of specimens he would be dragging out.


"Sirius Fatalis"