Results of Hard Work

A smile was directed towards the boy as he patted her paw and said that he'd see her tomorrow. A charming child, to be sure. Pitch would be well rested and ready to spend her day with the big boy. Though she was more than a little skilled in fishing, she was curious to see what he would teach her and to see if she could teach him something in turn.

Once Basilisk had gone, Pitch turned her full attention to Sirius as he brewed tea for the pair of them. The two of them existed in comfortable silence until the man placed a dish of steaming, fragrant tea before her. Both of Pitch's paws moved, pads pressing into the sides of the dish, enjoying the warmth that spread through her toes. She inhaled lightly of the steaming brew and released a small sigh of pleasure.

Sirius asked where she was from and the woman's almond shaped eyes shifted, looking to his face. "A place far across the sea. I booked passage on a ship." The gold marked woman gave her dish a gentle twirl between her paws. "I plan on visiting the different packs of this land to see which might be the best fit for me." Her demeanor was light and pleasant as she spoke, her accented tones soft, but smooth. "What is the Armada all about?"

"Pitch"