When Seer had suggested they go on a mini-holiday, Zee didn't waste any time in accepting the offer. It was almost as if she'd forgotten since their first litter just how much work children could be, especially little ones who always seemed to be getting themselves into trouble. Thankfully, their 'trouble' mostly appeared to be typical child trouble and nothing wild and concerning like their yearlings' first few months of life. At least nobody had tried to push anyone else off a cliff - yet. Zee's head spun at the thought and she squinted out across the ocean, wishing with a sigh that she could see the den and supervise. She was here with her husband however, to get away from the children. She pushed the thoughts down and stepped closer to Sirius, rubbing the length of her body against his side affectionately as she moved ahead of him. "You've been here more recently then I have." She told him. "The last time I was here was when Hari and I came out, before we had kids to give us gray fur." "Speech"

The Warlord laughed softly as his little wife leaned forward, peering in the direction of their Armada. It was too far away of course to make out anything more then the general lay of the land. Not little colorful shapes that were potentially getting their paws into things they shouldn't. That could be drowning or digging up poisonous bulbs in the soil of a healers forgotten garden. Any other numerous thoughts better left forgotten. "Hana and Mort will be vigilant" he said, to himself and his Queen as he moved softly into her suggestive affection. He let out a soft sigh he trusted those two with pup sitting more then he did most. And others like Mags and Sedna would do their part to keep an eye. They were a pack, a family. His children were surrounded by wolves that would fight for them. Even so, he understood Zees struggle. He felt it too.

He wanted this break, but every moment away he itched to flip one of his Zeelets onto their back and tickle their bellies until they laughed hard enough to get a belly ache. This was what he had creates their pack for. First, to Protect Deathbelle. Then to protect Zee. Now to protect their children, and for them to protect each other. This pack had become something more for him. It was family. He let out a soft sigh, leaning against Zee. He loved his pack, but he missed this. Just him and Zee.
"Yeah, the last time I was here it was to haul glass back for Indigos hot house." He fell silent after that, a sad sort of thoughtful silence.

The reminder of those they'd left behind on the mainland to supervise their cluster of puppies did it's part in reassuring her, and she nodded her head quietly in reply. Mortis and Hana were both among the kindest of wolves, her children would do well beneath their watch. Perhaps if their first litter had had better role models to emulate things could have turned out differently with them, too. Zee's eyes grew sad as Sirius mentioned his last trip to the isle, to collect materials for Indy's greenhouse. With her big purple fluffy boy gone a piece of her heart felt like it was gone as well. Even only territories away, she felt she'd failed him somehow when he'd decided to leave them. "Asla's been gone more often then not lately, too." She murmured. "I wish I knew what to do." The reaper candidate had been so enthusiastic about the potential for promotion, though the passion had seemed to be snuffed from her as her little siblings were born. It made her want to hold onto the little ones even harder, out of fear they'd one day drift away too. "Speech"

It seemed strange to reminence, it made him feel old, an old fogy dreaming about the good times. He wanted to spend his old age stretched out on a beach, playing with babies, his, or grand babies, any would do. But he wasnt old yet, his retirement would be many years in the coming. He had time yet for fire and passion, to mold his newest little ones, to reach out to his older children. Distance might seperate him, but they would always be a part of him. They would come back to him and Zee someday, they had to.

He sighed softly, bending his knees as he walked to brush his head against Zees side, to take in the scent of her. The woman he would burn worlds for. Burn worlds and create a home. To want for things he never would have reached for in this life time. There a frown between her tawny cheeks, as she thought of their children and the distance growing between them.

He gave her a gentle nudge. "Perhaps we should bring back Asla some pillows, presents from our time away." He wiggled his brows at her. Hunting for feathers to fill pillows had never been a peaceful prospect for Warlord and Queen.

Sirius' words did lighten her mood and she turned her head to give him a playful glare of disapproval. Hunting for those stupid pillows for Deathbelle had been one of the most stressful experiences of her time in slavery, though she supposed they did serve a good benefit in helping the two to fall in love. She sighed, remembering back to those times and gave him a fond smile. "Somehow I feel she wouldn't appreciate the effort they take to make." Asla wasn't the type to sit on comfy pillows, her time bound in the den with her broken leg was hard enough on the princess. "They have huge ones here, though. Springy and bouncy, as long as you are." Her and Hari had spent some time playing on them, bouncing on broken down mattresses and having a ball. She still wished she could manage to drag one home across the ocean for her den. "Speech"

He received first a glare, then a sigh, and lastly a smile. He knew his Wife was making her way through the memories of gathering those feathers. Of going from almost-enemies to friends in the ridiculous process of that, and other events. Back then, the Warlord had shown the world only his hard exterior. Zee had slowly melted him down, softened him up. Allowed him to love, and he owed her the world for it.

He raised a brow at her mentions of pillows on the island. He had yet to come across them on his earlier exploring. “You’d have to show me” he suggested, wondering if he could get away with testing the pillows out in… other ways with his wife.