After all this time

The Warlord had thoroughly chastised the young girl after rescuing her from Fern Gully. Her explanation of the Warlord ‘vanishing’ like their mother had both twinged his heartstrings and angered him. Thoroughly frustrated with her, he was more than happy to hand her over to Varity for a puppy playdate.

Then, finally, he would get a chance to catch up with Banshee. He had seated himself on the soft grass of the meadow as they waited for Banshee's child to arrive. Kite was the picture of innocence now. Seated at his paws, and chewing on a bone his soft-hearted feline companion had given her. He sighed, and ruffled the fur between the girl's ears. Careful not to ask Banshee too many questions in front of his curious young child, he stretched out a paw, and looked her over. “How's Ashen treating you?” he asked, thinking the question innocent enough.


"Sirius"