Barrow Fields they guarded her from all her enemies

He doesn’t know why he lingers so close to the coast. It’s done nothing but cause him strife and now, unable to return to the place he needs to be, he seethes somewhere on the outside. Sirio hasn’t tried to get too close so that they would notice him but he keeps an eye on things and after his run-in with his half siblings, surely they think the threat is gone. No one has come looking for him—a shame—but he’s content to stay away. For now.

A little thinner now, he searches—the witchy woman he’d met on the bluff, perhaps—but mostly for something to eat. His large frame has begun to whittle from what should be glory.

His nose twitches as he moves through the fields until a scent catches his attention. With a quirked eyebrow, he steps forward, making himself more visible for the stranger.