salt in the wound

The Warlord tore after the invader, and he arrived just in time to see the girl collude with Bast. Sending them both off their paws and onto the forest floor. Bast managed to wiggle her way free from the dead weight of the wolf, and Sirius arrived just as the tusked wolf was attempting to get to her own paws.

He stepped forward, aiming to place a large paw into the small of the trespassers back, and drive her back into the ground again. She had already proven to be sticky and hard to catch. He wouldn’t let her escape him twice. “No?” He asked, hard amusement in his tone. “Because it looks as if you were trespassing in Armada territory. And do you know what we do with trespassers?” He asked her, voice soft.


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