Shake out your boots

The storm screamed around them, wind biting into his fur and face and rain half blinding him. But he was intently focused, and able to see the moment the lightning struck, smacking the dagger in a zap of light that left spots in his eyes. Followed by a great boom from the sky that roared through his ears. The dagger hilt was ruined, but the project of making another one didn’t phase him.

The wind roared at them a few more times, but the bluster of the storm was already starting to fade, moving on and leaving the two wolves behind. Saturated, soaked to his skin, even Sirius was starting to feel the cold. In fact, raising his head to the sky, he realised it was starting to snow. Rain and hail giving way to the coldest version of itself. The snow melted in the wet earth, and in his coat. “Alright, let's head to the baths before we catch a cold” He said to Keahi.


"Sirius Fatalis"