all things to dust return but you keep on

The Warlord had returned from patrol, and found himself in his den. The fluffy cheetah coat wrapped around his paws. He knew that wallowing was a dangerous pastime, and moments like these were rare. But sometimes… he couldn’t quite help himself. He breathed in the scent of her and closed his eyes. He wasn’t sure how much time had passed, but Bast warned him first that someone was arriving, and then a voice was calling into the den.

Hazel. This had been her home once, but she seemed to have found her place with Halo after defending her ghosts, and then flatting with Basilisk. It was unusual for her to come to this den now. He stretched, and very carefully stowed away the coat before making his way to the door. “Hello, Hazel. Ah, thank you” He said. He knew what the teas were for, he had requested something to help him sleep. Something to keep him from dreaming. He took the basket gently, and placed it on the floor. “Pass on my thanks, will you?”


"Sirius Fatalis"