Our paths are like a boomerang

Marshal let out a warning cry, and the Warlord's attention snapped upwards. Seeking… something. An outlet perhaps for the chaos brewing in his heart. Instead, he found something he had never expected to find again. He settled his paws more carefully on the stone beneath him. His attention no longer on the terrain as he looked to the wolf that Marshal’s warning cry had drawn him to.

His lips parted and he found that words escaped him. He looked at Deathbelle, and all he could find himself asking was did she know? She had been Zee’s best friend once. She would have been one of the first to know. Now, he hadn’t even considered it. It was a well of friendship that the Warlord himself had poisoned. When Zee had… returned to him, he had kept clear in a bid to save both Zee and Deathbelle some pain. She had been his best friend once. The only wolf in the entire world he had cared for. For a time, he thought he would never care about the fate of another wolf as he had Deathbelle. Through fire or storm.

Now she was a stranger, looking back at him through broken eyes.

And all he could ask himself was did she know?

“...Do you know?” the words came out of him almost unbidden, and he winced at the sound of his own voice. A rasp on the tranquil burbling of the moving water beside him.

"Sirius"