Results of Hard Work

Sirius led the woman into pack lands, through the long grass, and towards a fire that crackled merrily. Pitch, not knowing where to place the dead pig, sat it back behind the flattened area that was obviously where the wolves of the pack sat when enjoying the flames. The giant man left her there for a moment and Pitch made herself comfortable, laying on her belly and tucking her paws in against her chest like a cat.

A familiar shape neared, settling down beside her and Pitch smiled up at the hulking boy as he gave a greeting. Dark ears shifted to catch his words and the woman's heart warmed. He wanted to teach her how to fish. Now... fish was Pitch's favorite food. She was an apt fisherwoman, but she would never deny a child the opportunity to teach. The gilded fae dipped her crown in acceptance. "I would be more than happy to be your student, Basilisk."

Sirius returned, chiding the boy lightly, but there was a grin on his rugged features. Pitch patted the boys massive paw with her own delicate appendage. "I'll see you in the morning for our fishing trip," she promised. Gold and pumpkin eyes moved to rest on Sirius once more. Was he going to be the one making tea for her? An interesting practice. Where she came from, only women made tea. Men were revered and it was seen as an honor to make tea for them.

"Pitch"