Hideaway Strath when we arrive, sons and daughters

Sirius' attention was abruptly stolen by the charging of young bull and aspiring domineer, Roarke Fearghal. One day he would be quite fearsome indeed, but for now Sirius was not to be cowed by the young warrior. He scrambled to his feet, dropping into a playbow as the boy charged at him. Lotte attempted to intervene with a kindly worded redirection, but the starchild saw nothing wrong with the younger's competetive nature. It was something he had missed growing up against Hemlock's belly on his own, but the instinct to spar and dominate was not lost on him.

Except, Sirius was a thousand times more interested in being involved rather than actually being in charge. He spun out of the snowball's striking space, ran this way, dashed back, and then charged at Roarke again headlong. If no one intervened physically, he might bowl the smol boy over with his rampantly playful galloping.

Siri rn *click*