Hideaway Strath lightly fried fish fillets

Sirius was wandering where he was not supposed to be. In the short-sightedness of youth, he could not remember very well whether or not Hemlock had assigned limits to the places he was allowed to wander, but he knew he was far from her. This alone made the boy uncomfortable. He'd lost his mother (and the rest of his family, who were slightly less clear in his mind), and the ordeal had left him with a deep emotional wound. The lack of familiar faces around him was making him nervous, and the more he wandered, the more agitated he became.

Soon enough, though, he saw and heard and smelled signs of his packmates. Sirius made a beeline for the King Sequoia, not knowing that he was intruding on protected grounds. The young boy scampered into the safety of the den without much thought, failing to announce himself or even offer a huff of greeting before he barreled into @Lotte's side.

He blinked owlishly at the woman - familiar, he thought - before catching sight of the dark bundle of fur nearby.

"Bubby!" he exclaimed, popping to his paws and starting toward the young girl. To do what was anyone's guess.