His fatherly rage flashed, and Lefty's ears didn't fold back. They fought the urge. They recognized what this was, and something quiet glittered in their eyes-- a gentle gratitude, unspoken. "Thank you, Warlord." She dipped her head again. Not as deeply as before, but Lefty felt it pertinent to do. Their paws shuffled and they inhaled.
Well-- he gave them the choice, and Lefty's ears did twitch this time. "I'll go to meet your grandson." Their tongue touched the roof of their mouth. "Thank you again. I... so just head -- this way?" Lefty gestured, and then, if Sirius told them, they'd head inward, towards Basilisk's den.
