Strange happenings always meant danger, and the old Warlord was of the mind that he should be the one in risk of consequences, before the younger generations. So he made his way to the shimmering shore about which there were rumours flying amok.


He arrived to see wolves and other critters digging, and sniffed about the territory for the moment. Yes, whatever was happening it did seem to be underground. With a groan to his old bones, he started to dig. Letting his paws touch the earth, and toss the excess behind him. It had been a long time since he had simply dug a hole.

There was no way that she was letting Sirius out of her sight. Not after what she'd seen and felt at the spires. Now there was some strangeness in another part of the world? Nope. The former warlord needed to be looked after and she trusted no one else to do it other than herself. What could she do, being as little and old as she was? Isa really didn't know, but she'd surely do something.

Following Sirius to the Shore, she stayed close, her cobalt coat brushing his own dark fur with her closeness. Everything felt so strange. So... foreign. When the dire brute began to dig, Isa frowned hard, lips pursed. She couldn't let him do it alone though. If he wanted to dig, she would help him dig. Isa positioned herself close to Sirius, her hip touching his own, and began pulling away scoops of earth with her own much daintier paws.
"Isa"