Results of Hard Work

She picked up the pig before the Warlord could do so. His lips twitched in a small smile, and led the way. Leading her towards the centre of the plains, where the communal area lay. He gestured towards the seats by the always-lit fireplace, before vanishing himself into the packs stores to grab them some tea.

As he did so, Basilisk, who had been nearby, caught her scent. The young boy trotted over, and took a seat next to his hunting companion. “Hi” he said as he flopped down beside her. “If you're still here tomorrow, can I show you how to make a net to catch fish? Since you showed me how to trap pigs.” He explained, proud for a chance to show off his knowledge.

The Warlord returned with some cups, and began heating water over the fireplace. “Don’t crowd our guest” he chided Basilisk, but he smiled as he said it.


"Sirius"