Catch up

What had he spent his time doing really? Nirah had seen his father, promptly rejected him, thrown a fit and still had nothing to show for it. He’d been too angry perhaps to concentrate on a resemblance of training. He was growing larger and by now he nearly reached his towering height. Thick muscles had grown beneath his fur and the fiery wolf wasn’t even sure where to place his unneeded energy. Nirah stiffened hearing the warlords call, silently he grimaced. There wasn’t much time left that he’d be here right? What exactly was he supposed to do or want for that matter.

He didn’t keep the warlord waiting. Nirah was forever great full for the help Sirius had offered. He was still in a sense of mourning in a way. He needed to track down his mothers killer, that’s what he needed no? He smiled greeting Sirius with a more pleasant tone. "Afternoon Sirius." Nirah dipped his head. Hoping that it didn’t look like he was being lazy.