Death before unfitness

His new slave wilted under his stern tones, and Sirius knew the message had well and truly hit home. After calling for Ophelia, it wasn’t long before his daughter was waddling into view. She stopped a distance away, one which Sirius was quick to close. Trotting forward, he reached down and kissed one chubby cheek. “Hey, love” he said to his daughter. Before straightening, and looking back at the Koi wolf.

“Ophelia, this is Satoru. Satoru, this is Princess Ophelia Fatalis. My daughter, and a wolf you will treat with dignity and respect” Yes, poor, poor Satoru. Given to a Princess, both her slave and her trainer, it would be a very fine line he would be walking. “Ophelia, Satoru is going to work with you over the next little while, to offer you companionship, and support your training.”


"Sirius Fatalis"