Winter is coming

The Warlord inclined his head at this proof of his suspicion. She was very close in age to Basilisk. This child of his would reach her first year in only a matter of days, perhaps weeks. It was difficult to pinpoint such things exactly. “You don’t speak of your first family often. Do you miss them?” He asked, voice just as soft.

He let his paws crunch sand for a moment quietly beneath him before he spoke again. “That’s right, Basilisk is a winter child as well.” he agreed. crunch, crunch of sand beneath titan paws, and the littler ones of the child beside him. “Is there something you would like for your first birthday, Hazel?” he asked softly. He had always tried to pick out something memorable and personal for his children on their first birthday. He did have a thought in mind for Hazel, but he wanted to hear her thoughts as well.

"Sirius"