scratched lenses of my knockoff ray-bans

He turned back to the sweet healer as she spoke. Her tone apologetic and sweet. “Not at all” He promised her, “Nows perfect” he added as she continued to stress. “Why don’t you come in and put the towers on the bench over there” he suggested, pointing to a sitting area and a bench beside it as he made his way further into the den. Expecting the younger wolf to follow him.

He shook out his coat and settled down, paws under him almost cat-like as he looked towards the lillic-eyed wolf. “What can I do for you, Halo? I’ve been hearing good things about you from Mortis and Basilisk” he added, wondering if she had come to speak perhaps of his grandchildren. The boisterous boy could be a little in the way sometimes, he knew. His words were entered to open the floor if she wished to speak of him.
"Sirius Fatalis"