No time to rewind

The Warlord always had time for his children, and put down the carcass he had been skinning as he turned to her. “Of course, Briar, what can I do for you?” he asked as he rubbed the blood from his paws in the grass beside him. Resupplying the Armada had been a long and tedious job, but they had come together and done it. The Warlord had been at it almost every day himself, but others had supplied fish and coats and meats that went a long way to resupplying the pack.

“Is this about Art?” he wondered. Lia had been vague about the woman's reason for taking off to the Hallows, but they were in a relationship. He understood and gave them some leeway to learn and grow together as they needed to.


"Sirius"