Ravensblood Forest Falling too fast to prepare for this.

Sirio is surprised by how far along he gets until she finally takes note and turns to him, fussing at him angrily to leave her alone. The yearling doesn’t flinch. Remaining steadfast in his position, watching as she ruffles up her annoyance, he glances off unperturbed about the whole thing. His own fur remains smooth, ears alert, and when he draws a long look back to the mother-to-be, he wags his tail a few times and changes from desire to friendly in one smooth motion.

“No intention of harming a pack mate,” he says a little defensively, a second too late.

When he moves, he takes a round step to the side, studying her as he advances his knowledge beyond her scent. “I am Sirio,” he decides to introduce a beat later, hoping it’ll give her some calm reserve to interact with him.