we are not our failures, we are love

The Warlord was organising the supplies in his den. With a hoard of growing yearlings underfoot, food often went missing from unexpected places. He had also found a few hidey holes the pups had made. Those he was leaving be - everyone deserves their secrets. After he had finished sniffing them out, just to make sure his kids weren’t into anything bad.

A voice at the den pulled him away from the drying rack, and he made his way to the door. Finding Hazel there. She had been around the pack more often lately. In fact, he was pretty sure she was keeping out of trouble a little better with Basilisk gone. What did that say about the duo? He grinned and nodded his head towards the young girl. “Hazel, what can I do for you?”


"Sirius Fatalis"