He couldn’t help the slight smirk that overtook his features at her words. “I did much for the reputation of Ashen. The king claimed to be a fighter, and couldn't beat me when the odds were in his favour. I walked away with a few scratches and a bite, he walked away with broken pride.” Sirius pointed out. The Warlord of Ashen wasn’t one to back away from a fight. The only one who could reign him in was Deathelle… and Zee, perhaps, if she caught wind of what he was doing.
It didn’t take much convincing before she returned to the circle of his paws, and he pulled her in close. “That was always my roll, a disposable force to fight for the Klein’s.” he paused, kissing her gently on an ear, the easiest part of her that he could reach, with the way she had pushed her muzzle into his fur. “However, I endeavor to keep myself alive, now that I have so much to lose” he promised her. He gently pulled her onto the buffalo rug, not letting her escape as he moved their position until he could pull her into his side, and hold her close there as the storm raged on.
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