The bear came from the shadows, and Lefty laughed softly, nudging March with a paw. The warlord had a booming, pleasant laugh, and Lefty felt at ease; she had been brought in as a slave, but that didn't preclude her from rising in the ranks. It was clearly expected. A
challenge had been issued. Lefty felt March brush up against her legs, a silent affirmation from her companion.
This sort of confidence was the kind that came only from experience; Lefty was used to having to claw her way from beneath the heap, anyway.
"We'll get on just fine. Would you prefer I find your grandson now, or would you like me to patrol with you?"Lefty posed the question amicably. Sirius could send her on her way if he so chose, but she wouldn't complain about getting to learn the terrain better, either. It was up to him. She knew her new rank, of course, and would snap to it if he wanted her to report to Basilisk.
"Speech"
