‘Something productive’ seemed to be his life's motto, but all he wanted in that moment was to stay there, with Zee in his arms. To know beyond a doubt that she was here, and safe. But she was right, and her words had echoed his earlier thoughts. With Archon gone, and Hannibal absent, that left him and Rosemary as the next highest ranking wolves.
“We should hunt” he agreed, it would give him a chance to keep longer in Zee’s presence, and they could bring back both food, and coats to cure for warmth since such heavy supplies hadn’t been a priority.
Her next question was even heavier, and he kissed her ear, sighing into it with reluctance, but he was still feeling mellowed, and Zee could have wrapped him around a paw at that point. “I can not defeat a volcano to keep you safe. I can not shield Deathbelle and her pups from the pain of losing Archon…” his eyes flicked to his wound. “All we can do is brace ourselves, and hope there is still habitable land to return to, once this is over” he said. Would The Ashen Empire survive another long relocation to another world? “If I could grab you, Deathbelle, and the puppies and stick you in a hole and stand guard at the entrance, I would” he admitted, not hinting if he would ever let them out of the rhetorical hole again.
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