Teaching the ropes

He sat at ease at Briar’s side, feeling the cool wind in his coat, and the scent of Abaven stirring around them. He wasn’t sure what it was about Abaven, but he liked something about this pack, about its people. The strength of Poem and Theory had impressed him perhaps. Their endless kindness even in the face of hardships. They were unique creatures to find in this world.

“Theory” he said warmly when the younger wolf arrived. “It’s a pleasure to see you again. I came to renew the bonds of our alliance, and to introduce my daughter Briar here to diplomacy.” he gave Theory a wry smile “Sadly, she has to take these lessons from her grumpy old man.” he teased, summoning Bast forward with a gesture. “I brought you a gift, Theory. Some of the precious metals i’ve dug up near our beach” he said, unravelling a small pouch from his leopard companions neck, and passing them over to Briar to pass to the Alpha.

"Sirius Fatalis"