The Boys

As Azure prepped the fire, Sirius lay out the thin bedding he had brought with them, both to sleep on and wrap the alcohol in. He put those in the grassy field, one near him, and the other near his son. “Your scars give you a fierce appearance” He said, as Azure tentatively spoke of winning, and stopped there. The Warlord pushed the drink closer, wondering if some alcohol would help loosen his tongue.

“So you went into the dragon's den alone, and came out the victor. That’s no small feat” He could not, and would not fault Azure fighting for his mate. Fighting to ensure they never, ever tried to do so again. Perhaps Azure had forgotten the massacre of the wolves that had held his son and Wife. a part of him regretted leaving none alive to spread the tale, to better ensure no one, ever, came near Zee again.


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