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The Warlord wasn’t accustomed to cleaning up the messes of his son. The bat sent him to the border, and he made quick work of the distance. His long stride swallowed the earth beneath him, until he found the mess the boy had made. The body was that of an unknown wolf. A careful scent of the scene told him the man was not of any pack, but had been a part of a group or band. None he had smelled before, new or passing through.

The Warlord called the bear forward, and barked a few rough commands to her. She picked up the body, throwing it over her shoulder and lumbered off. She would ensure it never came to light. Bast, meanwhile, tossed some strong scented herbs over the area. Covering any sign that blood had been spilt here. If the man's family came looking for him, they would find no evidence of his demise.

Tracks covered to offer some protection to his son and pack, the Warlord turned, and made his way briskly towards the edge of camp. He looked a little darker around the edges, more peeved then he had been in a long time as he took in Azure, and the girl beside him. The girl looked roughed up, and damaged. He glanced her way, and then gave his son all of his attention. “Is trouble coming our way?” there was very little trouble that he and Azure couldn’t handle together, but preparation was key.

"Sirius Fatalis"