Barrow Fields they guarded her from all her enemies

The other doesn’t jump right to aggression and he sways his tail to mimic the other, eying him closely for any change. His nose lifts a little and he breaths in for a scent, though it is only vaguely familiar, it’s not Drageda. That’s good enough for him. He has every intention of keeping them unaware of his location so he can better watch them too.

“Nothin’,” he shouts back, “what’re you doing?” Sirio licks his lips a little and takes a few steps closer, challenging the nature of his niceness.