Andromeda's scent reaching him on the breeze, Dread shifts for a moment. Tips his head to the side, stills his chewing. No, he's not imagining things. His sister appears, and it occurs to him just how close they are to the Hallows. It seemed Sirius's escort would have arrived, then. Expression gentle, he noses some of his snack in Andy's direction. Not an offer, more of an insistence. Chips of skipjack tuna, dried to a crisp by the heat of the fire and heavily salted. Honestly? That shit gets pretty addictive. It's a pleasant cronch really.
Muzzle across his sister's shoulder, it's gentle. Dread gives a deep, drawn sigh as she asks a question he could only know was coming. Curled together the same as children, his littermates were the ones it hurt to disappoint. "It's not my home anymore Andy, I'm sorry." The words come with a ragged breath. Dread lets the words hang in the air between them, painted with grief.
How much grief can you pack into the shape of a man? And here Dread was, thinking he was doing better.
Bard
