Spirits returning home

“Resin. She came to me not too long ago.” he touched the gold that stained his paw. A gesture he already knew was going to become familiar to him. He wondered if he would ever see her again? He had invited her into her dreams, but only time would tell if she would have the power to do so. If there was anything Sirius believed now, however, it was the will of those that he loved. Dead or alive.

”I know you’ll do your best, and that you’ll find a way to get that information to me if you can.” He agreed. He watch das the wolf took a step as if to leave, and then paused. The Warlord grinned at the familiar form of his friend. “I don’t doubt it” he agreed, knowing Naiche already knew he would do exactly that. “Hey, green boy. Your mine, life or death. Mine, my family.” He said, and grinned again, raising a gold-tipped paw in farwell. Wishing, wishing that whatever allowed the dead to remain would continue on. It was just the rest of it he wanted gone.


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