in the Market for a friend

Beru was unfailingly polite. Basilisk soaked in the obedience for a moment, only to hear in Kite’s voice that she was going to give him grief. He debated putting her in his place… but ultimately, he knew Sirius would not think well of him for it. Keep it professional.

“Very well, I’ll be checking with the vendors. Give me your name, and I have your scent now. If anything is amiss, I’ll find you” He warned Beru. Holding his stare to the younger wolf for a couple beats before finally inclinding his head. “You can go, and don’t bring your bird back to the market.” He warned.


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