Are we doomed to repeat ourselves

Sirius felt the moonlight pooling in his fur as he enjoyed the quiet of the night. It was a natural, earthly sort of scene before him. With the scent of Spring in the air. A far cry from the nights not long past. Of lights of fireflies and overly bright moons glaring down upon them. It felt as though the wolves had reclaimed the night. He closed his eyes, tilting his head upwards, a small smile on his maw as he enjoyed such a simple thing. A thing once he would have taken for granted…

He startled lightly at the sound of a voice behind him. A familiar sound that caused the Warlord to turn slightly, and catch the wolf behind him in his blue gaze. He was surprised that she had sought him out, when she could have silently passed him by with the Warlord none the wiser. He blinked, and let a small smile approach his lips. A cautious thing, he knew how he had let his pain wrong her. She who had saved his life, and kept him living. Everything he had now would have been lost, undiscovered, if not for her. He owed her much, and had given her little. “Tamsyn.” He said softly. “Would you join me? The night is quite lovely” he promised her, leaving the invitation open, and up to her. He was too old for grudges, but forgiveness wasn’t his to give. He was surprised and pleased when she walked onto the balcony, and settled down near him. His gaze upon her, familiar and different all at once. “It’s good to see you again” he said simply.

"Sirius Fatalis"