salt in the wound

As she spoke, the Warlord judged the sincerity in her tones, and began to realise that she had not been stalking the borders in search of weakness. She had been looking for any signs of her friend, until desperation had driven her across. He climbed to his paws, and offered to help her up as she spoke. I’m pretty sure I love her.

Well. That was an unexpected turn. “Well. Anyone who cares that much about one of my own is a friend in my eyes. I’m Sirius Fatalis. I’ll show you to her den, and we can see if she left any clues there as to where she’s gone to” He said. He hoped she was just taking some time to herself, but this wolf had planted a seed of worry. He could already feel it growing.


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