Battling the world

The fight was slower and longer than the usual predator battle the Warlord fell into. He was taking his time, giving Stratum a chance to join in, and see the moves Sirius employed. This battle was less about the coyotes, and more about teaching his son. When the Prince leaped into the frey, Sirius was careful to keep him in his peripheral. He saw some of the fight, and was proud of the boy. He showed no hesitation, and no fear.

The battle had wrapped up, and the snow around them was stained with the stench of the dead. “We did indeed. Good job today, Stratum.” He said, leaning over and cuffing the boy gently on the back in acknowledgment. “Kick snow over the blood. We don’t want to attract any other predators.” He said, as he began to grab the bodies.


"Sirius Fatalis"