Results of Hard Work

Confirming his suspicions, she mentioned Basilisk by name. Explaining how they had hunted together, and she wished to share the spoils of her share of the hunt. It was a generous offer, and by the scent of her she was a loner. A good meal could be hard to come by when you were on your own, but the state of her coat proclaimed her ability to hunt.

“That’s very kind of you. I’ve heard Basilisk already returned with a fair share of his own” he cantered his head upwards, where Marshal was circling. The source of his information. “It's good to meet you, Pitch. I'm Sirius. He’s my grandson,” he explained “It’s getting late. Why don’t you have a drink of something warm, and eat your fill by our fire” he suggested gently. “Our healer makes fine tea”

"Sirius"