Promises are all that drive us

The Warlord visibly flinched at her unexpected words. The answer, not to his spoken question, but the one that had been in the silence spaces between in. His little galaxy wolf was far too perceptive. He let out a soft breath, his heart still hammering from the work out the rage that had built with it. He hadn’t managed to work through the aggression, but there was no chance of that now. Not with Andy within sight.

He ran a paw through his fur, panting softly to release some of the heat. He didn’t reply to her comment, opting instead to ignore it. It was too raw, and he was far too aware of how small and easily a child's body could be hurt. He dusted off his paws, and pulled the sword from the dummy so he could sheath it. Placing it carefully to the side. The motions buying himself some time to think. “Would you like something to eat?” He asked, turning back to Andy at last. “Have you.. Did I…” He paused. He couldn’t remember if he had brought the pups breakfast that day. He grimaced, and wondered if he was slipping.


"Sirius"