So beautifully wrong
Sirius was almost two months old, but he wasn't doing quite as well as his brother. For the last few weeks she'd been worried about him, afraid that something had happened to him back when he had been born, maybe something that she couldn't fix, even with her extensive knowledge of herbs and remedies. There were some things that went wrong with pups that you just couldn't do anything about. Sirius was doing well, that was true, but he seemed really far behind his brother in development. Speech, walking, it all came slow.
But maybe she was worrying about nothing. Right now he seemed happy enough, running along beside her on his short little legs. Perhaps she was underestimating his will to live and survive.
"Whoahhh, sweetie--slow down. Don't get too far ahead of Auntie, now" She caught up with him, standing a little in front of him to cut him off.
"We have to stop. We can't go inside without asking first, you see" She sat down, and the small red fuzz ball copied her, looking into the lands.
"Wazz derr?"
