Although he'd been within the borders of this pack that had found him, Magnus hadn't spent much time outside of the den he was assigned to rest in and stretch and three and a half legs. He was still getting used to hobbling around now but at times it was still difficult and trying for the aging man. Running was easy, but slowing down wasnt. Sitting and laying down required slower, more calculating movements so he wouldn't lose balance. He was determined to get better, so instead of stretching within the walls of his den, he forced himself outside regardless of any rules he'd been given.

Besides, others looked at him funny and a few seemed to know his name somehow. He couldn't remember sharing that information with anyone, but he supposed it wasn't impossible to forget giving his name. He didn't even remember how he got here anyway, just that there was an accident and his life was saved by the big black wolf with huge teeth.

Balance was harder without the use of his tail, too. He couldn't remember what attacked him, but they better appreciate his lower leg and tail they took! Magnus scowled as he hobbled through the packs center, looking for any one that could answer his questions all while teaching himself to walk better.

Magnus was starting to look a little like a wolf that a dragon chewed up and spit back out again. Likely the older man was too tough and sinewy for a tasty meal. As the Warlord returned from depositing some supplies in his cellar, he found the wolf hobbling through the territory. It was the first time he had been out of the den since his attack, and he looked like he had a lot to get used to. He wasn’t the only one - the man had reacted strangely to Sirius, confused, like his memory had too many holes, postmarked like a geyser.

The Warlord changed course, and approached the other man. Glancing up and down at him, and catching his purple gaze. “Magnus, how are you feeling?” he asked, wondering how much the man remembered. Was Sirius truly a stranger to him now?


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Maybe he shouldn't have gone out looking for someone to bother with his aggressively-asked questions. The last wolf he wanted attention from was the one who he'd found, although he would certainly argue that the man had actually found him. Magnus certainly wasn't out looking for him, anyway. He took some staggered steps back as the man approached, curling his lip in a warning to stay back. He couldn't remember seeing a wolf so large and with canines rivaling the size of something prehistoric. He'd decided by now that this certainly wasn't death, the afterlife, or anything like that. It couldn't be hell, either, though it did seem possible. Whatever it was, Magnus was ready for it to be over so he could get back to his normal life with four legs and a tail.

When the man spoke, Magnus' lip twitched although it never left the defensive curled position around his own, smaller, fangs. He words came through his snarl, protective and warning. "I woke up with half a leg missing and almost no tail; how do you think I'm doing?" He snapped, his teeth clicking back together into the snarl. He hadn't a clue what he was doing here, why he was missing parts, and who any of these fools were.


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As he looked Magnus over, the other wolf curled his lips in a warning. The threat obvious is his manner as well as the bared teeth. The Warlord just raised a brow at the other wolf. If he wasn’t already so beaten up and healing, he would have booped Magnus over the nose.

“Well, obviously” Sirius smirked. “At least you have your life; you almost didn’t have that, as well” he said dryly, rolling back on his hunches to take in the aggressive wolf. There seemed to be little og ‘Magnus’ left in him. And Sirius didn’t just mean his missing body pieces, his nature had changed along with his missing memories. Perhaps the Warlord couldn’t blame him. It meant he was waking up injured in a foreign territory. “You don’t remember this, but we were friends once, you and I” He said softly.


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"This isn't my life!" He snapped back at the man as he finished his words, his seething anger hissing through clenched teeth. Everyone looked at him weird, like he belonged but didn't. Almost like they didn't want him here, but for a reason far deeper than he understood. The only one that seemed to tolerate him was, unfortunately, Sirius. Others chose not to confront him or leave when he came around, though it hardly bothered him. Except for now, when he'd literally rather be talking to anyone else.

When he continued, it took everything Magnus had not to charge at the man. Actually, the only thing really stopping him was the fact that this man was so much larger and bared fangs that far surpassed the size and strength of his own. Missing half a leg? Not a worry on his part at the moment. Right now, he just wanted him to shut up with his lies. "That's impossible! I've never seen anything like you in my actual life!" His teeth clacked together one final time, his fur bristling as he dared the man to tell him more lies.


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He eyed Mags shrewdly as the other snapped and raved. There was little love left in this wolf, just frustration and rage. So he let Mags growl at him, without a single sign of flinching at the three legged wolfs wrath. Once he was done, Seer held his blue eyes to that of the purple. "This isn't your life? Then what are you going to do about it? I have leant resources to your recovery, but I am not your keeper. Walk out of these pack lands, if that's what you wish." He said, voice dry and cold.

He wondered if there was anything left of his old friend in there. What kindness he had given to this wolf had been done in his memory. "But know if you walk away, your walking away from answers, from resources. Winter is coming and you will be alone out there. The choice is yours, Magnus. Whatever you pick, at the end of the day, you have to love with it." He warned. If he chose to stay in the Armada, Sirius would only put up with his attitude for so long.

As the man continued on, voice as calm as ever despite his growing anger, Magnus became confused. Answers? Winter? It certainly wasn't winter last time he remembered. It was much warmer, although he had noticed the chill in the air recently. Having thought nothing of it at the time, maybe this man wasn't exactly lying. His eyes scanned as he thought, wondering how much of it could be true. If it was about to be winter, then there was a strange gap in his memory he couldn't explain. The last time he remembered anything it was definitely warmer. Much warmer.

"What do you mean? It can't be almost winter yet." He argued, believing himself to be right regardless of the strange feeling he had a moment ago. Clearly it was Sirius who had a weird memory problem, not him. Maybe Sirius had a friend that once looked like him, though that didn't explain how he knew his name. He didn't understand what was going on, but it was definitely easier to believe everyone else was wrong.


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The Warlord raised a brow at the confused wolf. Wondering just how much of the Magnus he knew was still in there. The wolf that had stepped up and fought beside him without a moment’s hesitation. This beaten, confused wolf held so much more anger than the wolf he had known.
“Yes,” Sirius said dryly “It’s almost winter.” he raised a paw at the world before them. ‘Look at the way the leaves are falling, the way the nights are growing colder. What more proof do you need then the world itself?”

What more could he say to this stranger? Sirius shook his head. “You need to decide what you want to do, Magnus”

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Magnus listened as he spoke of how the leaves were changing and falling, how the nights are beginning to grow colder. He hadn't stopped to consider the changes in the world around him, just simply ignored it. Honestly, until now, he didn't even realize it. Silence fell upon him after Sirius spoke again, aware of the fact he hadn't answered him. His mind raced, confused and lost more now than ever before. Maybe he was right, maybe the answers he needed would be here.

After what seemed like a long pause, Magnus finally took a breath and agreed to stay. It would be hard to accept whatever had apparently happened to make time skip ahead, but that seemed to be the only explanation that made any amount of sense. "I'll stay." His ears twisted backwards as his head lowered. Closing his eyes briefly, he opened them a moment later as his head rose. "...but, you have to tell me what's going on."


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Magnuys agreed to stay, expressing a desire to know what was going on. Sirius didn’t know if he had the answers Magnus was looking for. Truly, the only person who could was Magnus himself. The answers had to be there somewhere, locked in his skull. “What exactly do you want to know about what's going on? Do you mean why you're here? I pulled your injured ass out of the clutches of a bear. Or do you mean just how long is missing from your memory? Only you can answer. What’s the last thing you remember.”

It was baffling and strange that so much of Magnus’s memory was missing. All those experiences, lost. What would it be like, to lose the entire Armada, jhis family and never remember it had existed?


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While he was lost in some of his own thoughts, Sirius spoke and Magnus only caught the end, asking him what he remembered last. He really couldn't remember much, actually, so he remained quiet for a few long moments as he tried to recall. It was a distant memory, one he hardly could place, though he would try to put it into words anyway. The vision was blurry at best, but from what he could remember he did his best to explain.

"It was cold, but not north cold. I was.. in a forest, or a jungle maybe? I don't know, it was wet." It was really all he could remember, unfortunately. He spoke of the time he and Sirius first met, but of course before that even. "I'm sure that's not really helpful, but it's all I got." Magnus frowned. He wondered if there was any way he could regain the memory he had lost, or if it would be lost and he'd have to start over. Perhaps if he knew all that he'd forgotten, he wouldn't want to remember.


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