planning for the future

The familiar call hadn’t been heard at his borders for some time. He stretched, loosening his body, and leaned away from the pup he had been teaching hunting techniques with. “Concentrate on your balance. Walk the line a few more times, pick up speed after a few loops, I’ll be back soon” he instructed Basilisk. Ruffling the fur between the boy's ears, he left the young giant to it, and fell into a ground-eating lope towards the border.

He found the familiar face of Theory on the other side of the boundary line, and came to a stop. Seating himself before her, and including his head in a polite gesture to the other leader. “Theory,” he said in greeting “What brings you to my border?”


"Sirius Fatalis"