mercy now

Even in spring the Northern territories were too cold by far. His unusually thick coat insulating his warmth, the old Warlord made his way into the woods. He wouldn’t have come at all if Lia hadn’t needed a guide into the cooler territories in search of some rarer herbs. The woman had wondered a short distance away from the Warlord. Nosing about in the underbrush, as he settled in to watch the woods. His keen blue gaze moving through the trees. Noting the direction of the wind, and the sounds and scents it carried.

Occasionally, he raised his head to it, tasting it with an open maw. Searching for any scent of anything admiss. He was not long healed himself, and was weary of any taking advantage of the small healer under his watch.

It was some time later that he heard the sound of crunching under paw, and movement through the trees. He rose his full height, lips lightly rolled back from elongated fangs. “Who goes there?”

"Sirius Fatalis"