Rise, and rise again

The Warlord snorted in amusement at the brass nature of the boy. The Warlord had given him an inch, and Kotori wasn’t going to quit until he took a mile. He had to admire the tenacity of the boy. But Kotori was good. He trained hard, he put in the time, and he took his crap when he had to. He had gotten the beehives set up with Halo, exactly as he had been told. Now he was going to earn his rank, whatever it took. “I see two terrible tasks aren’t enough for you. I’ll have to make sure they're worth this” he teased lightly as he pulled himself back to his feet.

He ruffled the boy's ears on his way past. “Shoulder, what shoulder? I’m not crying over your love tap, Howler” He quirked a brow at Kotori, and waited for the other wolf to set his stance, and then he launched in again. Careful to only put as much momentum into that he needed to reach Kotori, aiming to wrap his paw around the other wolf and draw him into a bear hug.

"Sirius"