lost aggressive youth

The Warlord nodded his head slowly. “Let me know if you feel up to the challenge, and perhaps we could slowly work on getting you in it” he offered, knowing that if Grim desired, Seer would be there every step of the way. Like Zee once had been, when his fear of drowning had almost gotten him killed. At least Grim was able to laugh at his question. He offered the dark coated wolf a grin of his own.

Grim looked about to speak when a deep throated cry caught the attention of them both. Turning, the Warlord found the form of the panther. From habit, his eyes ran into his body, searching for any hint of crystals or mushroom, and finding none. His body fell into a defensive pose, shifting slightly in front of Grim. the message his body portrayed was clear this one is mine, and I will defend it.


"Sirius Fatalis"