Farewell to Thee

All of the Armada wolves had been accounted for except for two. Sirius decided that he was going to brave the remnants of the flood to seek them out. It made Isa nervous and she had a bad feeling, but these were their wolves. She would enter the flooded warrens herself if she could but there blue fae was still recovering from nearly drowning. Instead, Isa sat outside of the entrance, weight shifting from paw to paw as she waited for Sirius to emerge.

Bear went for Basilisk and Isa became even more nervous. She was soon on her paws, pacing little circles. Minutes seemed like hours but eventually they exited the caves.

The first thing that Isa noted was the sadness on the warlords face. Secondly, she noted the bodies. Isa didn't know either wolf, but that didn't matter. A soft whine of sadness pulled from the fae and she moved away, heading to the supplies that she'd been able to salvage. Isa pulled two big skins of white leather from the pile and made her way back to the bodies. Gently and with great care she covered each body with the white leather skins.

Isa moved solemnly to where Sirius stood and placed her cheek against his shoulder.
"What do you want me to do,
love?" Whatever he needed of her, she would do.

"Isa"