Much to do

With the sickness fading from his bones, and light touching the horizon, Sirius knew there was much he needed to do. Catching up with his children was one of them. He needed to see for himself how they had fared, and see where to go from here. There was much to do, now that Spring had touched the air in earnest.

The Warlord made his way down the beach, the training rings to his right shoulder, and the ocean to the left. The scent of salt thick in the gentle breeze that ruffled his coat. He shook out his fur, and he raised his head. Howling for Gossy.


"Speech"