Spend a day with your old man

“Good plan, I’ll meet you near the border” he agreed, starting to get to his paws. “Oh,” he would add thoughtfully “And try to think of an appropriate gift to give this Alpha, we want to start out on the right paw.” and with that teasing comment, he turned to leave. Pausing when she did. He looked to her enquistively - and felt his questions grow as she explained himself. “Sword?” he muttered to himself, shaking his head as he fell into a trot to the border.

It seemed with the sickness roaming the pack, there were definitely things slipping past his notice. Well, he would have plenty of time to ask her about Art’s sword on the journey to the Hallows.

"Sirius Fatalis"