Barrow Fields they guarded her from all her enemies

He introduces himself, giving him the name of the back that so brazenly parked right beside Drageda. A grin forms on his face and he shifts a bit. He opens his mouth to say something but the other offers him men this time, instead of women, and he stares blankly ahead, similar to the first offer of woman.

“I don’t have a pack,” he states, narrowing his dark eyes. Sirio doesn’t have it in him to address whether he wants men or women—he has never given it much thought—and looks in the direction of the sound. Perhaps he has made a mistake in approaching him, no matter how much Caiaphas is carried with him (it is not necessarily her but the scent she wears, too) and so he rolls one shoulder with indifference and leaves the awkward silence between them.