Results of Hard Work

The Warlord yawned and shook out his coat as he completed his last circuit of the borders and turned inwards. He knew Basilisk had gone out on a hunt, and Marshal had informed him the boy had returned victorias. Perhaps he should head to the stores, and see if the boy was still there.

As he contemplated that, he heard a howl at his borders, and raised distracted eyes in that direction. He fell into a light trott and made his way up to the grass plains, and the entrance to the pack near the Willows. There he found a dark woman, with swirls of gold in her coat. “Good evening” He said, before he scented Basilisk in her coat, and his eyes found the pig at her paws. His eyebrows slowly raised. Had Basilisk found help on his hunt?

"Sirius"