Morning sunlight

The Warlord watched patiently as his son continued to stalk circles around him. Getting a feel for thinking about his steps, and how they would impact him. How to tell before committing his weight if something beneath his paw pad would alert his prey. He was determined, and committed to the job his father gave him.

After some back and forth, the Warlord reached over and gave Charlie a pat on the shoulder. “Good, very good. You listen, and you’re not afraid to put in the work, Charlie. I’m impressed” He complimented his son. Signalling an end to the circling.

“Now, let's put it to the test. Put your nose to the wind, look for the scent of feathers and ocean” he instructed his son. Angling him subtly in the direction that Sirius knew he would find duck.


"Sirius Fatalis"