Sirius yawned as he made his way back to the den, splitting his maw wide and flashing pearly teeth. With the young pups in Deathbelles care, she wondered about less than usual, so his post often consisted of lying on a vantage point near her den, keeping an eye on things between border patrols, and the occasional training lesson. It was less physical activity then he was accustomed to, and he felt his mind wandering more easily then it had in a while.
He was glad when his den came into view, and his stunning wife, who seated herself on the porch near their entrance. He made a mental note of doing up the outside a little, and finding something that would last the elements and serve as a seat if she wished to spend much time waiting there for him. He grinned, liking the idea, the image, of her waiting for him to come home.
His snow-leopard in training stuck its head out of the den as he approached, and quietly walked up to Zee, settling in beside her, with its small head landing on her paw, and its wide eyes looking up at her. It knew exactly which of the two wolves took buttering, and which did not.
He ignored the fluffy hanger-on and instead made to kiss Zee’s cheek and sit before her. ‘Yes, Zee?” he asked. He knew an impatient waiting-to-drag-agreement-from-him expression when he saw it.
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