At the break of Dawn

The small wolf at his side was growing faster than he would have liked. He needed to prepare her. To prepare them. He needed them to be ready enough to face the world. Strong enough to survive it. It was very, very important. They had already learned how fragile everything could be.

He directed her towards the woods. His larger frame sticking close to her. A silent shield even as he led her into danger. As they left behind the safety of the Cole, he turned to her and gave her shoulder a nudge. His voice was as quiet as the night. “Start hunting, little tigress.” He ordered softly. The leopard’s scent would reach them soon.


"Sirius Fatalis"