Tall tales

The Warlord glanced over at the red wolf, quirking his brow. “I hope that doesn't mean you're expecting me to bring dinner” he drawled back. He could feel Mephs work as he gently pressed around the wound. He had mentioned a healer tending to it as well, but Sirius knew he was unlikely to get around to it - unless perhaps he enlisted Iris’s help.

The other wolf spoke of his own experience in training being less than desirable. “I believe the best learning is done in teaching, but I’ll happily give you pointers along the way” The Warlord acknowledged. It sounded by that statement that Meph was leaning towards staying. That was good, since Sirius wasn’t entirely certain he was keen to let the man go. Forcing him to stay would chose interesting, especially now that Meph knew where his still-healing wounds presided.

He looked up at the sound of the lining unwinding, and knew this make-shift first aid session would be over soon. He was however surprised at the gentleness and care in which Meph wound the wound “Are you sure you have no interest in healing?” he checked. The man seemed like he would be a natural. “A tour is definitely still on the agenda. What are your thoughts on the Armada so far?”

"Sirius Fatalis"