extreme makeover

He stepped closer to her, squinting and studying the strange changes that had taken over her body. Somehow, impossibly, she was the same height as the Warlord. She looked more like a warrior now then the wolf that had stumbled upon his borders so long ago. What had brought her to him again? She had challenged her mother, had she not? He had a feeling she might win that fight if she went home. But a large part of him did not want to let him go. Sedna had been part of the pack for so long now, perhaps he took her presence for granted.

“Believe me Sedna, they’ll notice” he warned her, but there was amusement in his tone. He rubbed his cheek lightly against her neck, placing his scent across her so no wolves in the Armada gave her trouble. She might be a familiar wolf to the pack, but she was no longer a familiar face. That done, he grabbed a paw lightly over hers. “Come on, lets get you a better look”


"Sirius Fatalis"