Peace Offering Round Two

He had only gotten through the telling of his oldest litter when Isa spoke, and he knew she had heard enough. She needed time, and was feeling her own loss as he spoke. “They’re good kids” He said, voice soft. And it was hard to watch them live their own lives, so far from his own.

When she mentioned filling his stores, he paused. “Oh, no, no. You’ll be filling his stomach first. Just watch” The Warlord said with a soft laugh, shaking his head. He could almost swear his grandchild was going through another growth spurt, though he was old enough that he should have been finished with his growing.


"Sirius Fatalis"