Wails of the dead

*Zeitgeist* · 11-01-2019, 12:17 AM

Sirius' massive form tossing and turning in the night was loud enough to wake the dead. Zee's eyes shot open with worry and her ears pinned, her first reaction to the startling to be fear. Not yet a hardened master of war the small wolf still relied on the protection of her superiors - Sirius, Deathbelle, and the like. It was a funny thought, because she'd fought against Sirius' insistence that weaker wolves were meant to serve the stronger leaders in exchange for such safety.

She pushed away her instinctual fear and got to her feet, peering out cautiously out from her nook to look around the darkened den. The terror-wracked flails of her husband looked gruesome and terrifying in the low-light, appearing almost as if an unseen creature was attacking the titan and he was fighting for his life there on the floor. Zee stepped closer, keeping her distance from the direwolf's thrashing but wanting to help him in some way. "Sirius?" She whispered, voice wavering.

The night of her attack was creeping back into the forefront of her mind and she hesitated just out of his biting range. "It's okay." As she spoke softly to the slumbering male, Zee ducked her head low. She angled it so that the prongs atop her skull would be directed towards him before stepping into range to poke his mighty back lightly with their tips. Once she felt contact, Zee skittered back against the wall so that she would not be met with his sleeping retaliation.

"Speech"

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Wails of the dead

Zeitgeist