what's the rock cooking?

Uh-oh He heard his grandfather's voice come down the cellar, and he wondered just how much trouble he was going to be in. He was distracted by sudden movement beside him, and found his smaller friend pressing up against him. Hunkering down as though trying to pretend she didn’t exist. He placed a paw over her protectively and looked up at his Grandfather. ‘Uhh… Hi Seer, Sir.” He said as the Warlord took a step down, and closer towards him.

“This is my friend, uhh… we trained together, and we got hungry..” He said weakly.

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Sirius stepped closer towards his grandson and the scent of an unfamiliar wolf. He found the shape of the red girl huddled, frightened, behind the boy. A glance at her told him the way her side was sunken, and her stomach a little swollen. The signs of a wolf starved and then gorged. He frowned, she couldn’t be any older than little Basilisk… “Come out, girl. Let me see you, and tell me your name” he ordered, accustomed to being obeyed.


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