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Marshal's patrols over the Armada Plains told the bird of Halos direction, and swooped towards the Warlord. Sirius angled in from his own patrols, pulling away from the Northern border of the plains and trotting towards his den. Surprised that Marshal had been keeping tabs on the white wolf enough to call the Fatalis wolf over. He arrived a few moments after his healer student, enough to hear the end of her call.

“Over here, Halo” he said, trotting up to his den door. He glanced at the things she carried, and back to her indigo eyes. “Would you like to come in?” he offered, wiping his own paws off at the entrance and pushing open the door. A gentle sniff told him his Lady was out.


"Sirius Fatalis"