Peace Offering Round Two

It took him a few days to make it, but perhaps that was a good thing. It gave time for tempers to cool. He saw no hide nor hair of Isa, but nor did he seek her out. He left her to her own devices, and slowly but surely worked on his creation. He used the last of the polar bear fur for the inner lining, and wove crocodile scales down the inner spine of the garment. Giving it a dual purpose, before dying the whole thing black and giving it a hood that could be pulled up or down at will. The clasp was decorated with a small blue gem that matched the blue of a certain wolf's eyes. It was the sort of coat that set a scene if you were a story teller speaking over a fire. Or a wolf in a climate far colder than you were accustomed to. Or a wolf in need of a little more defence in a hostile environment.

He wrapped it in an oiled cloth and had Marshal help him tie the cloth closed. The final touches were made in the wee hours of the morning, and he grabbed it by the tie as he trotted to the den where Isa was residing. He stopped at the door and scratched at the entrance, not announcing himself by voice. That she might ignore entirely.

"Sirius Fatalis"