Old threads

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With the memories of his past haunting him, Magnus couldn't find the strength to leave the safety of his den, nor was he really allowed to by his companions. They kept him safe here, or as safe as they could. Fearing that if they allowed him to leave that they'd find him at the edge of a cliff again, they'd since holed him up in his den and kept him there. They even kept Kiyo from seeing him, promising her that he'd come to her when he's ready. They could only hope that she'd wait for him, but as the days rolled into weeks they were getting concerned. Magnus did little but lay in the corner of his empty den, every belonging reminding him of anything shoved into the corner and covered with other, unrelated pelts. The only things left out where things that could possibly remind of him Kiyo, things given to him both by his companions and the women herself.

When Sirius called for him at the entrance of his den, he hardly blinked. Instead, the african wild dog moved to greet the warlord with a nervous smile. He hardly talked, even to Magnus or the hyena, but he still found the words to at least try to prepare the warlord for what he was about to walk in on. "He remembers everything."

"Speech!"