Reluctant patience

That what he got for pushing himself too far. Putting too much on his body, it was no wonder he had sprained another leg, and with two out of commission, walking became too difficult. He was forced to be home-bound until he had a chance to properly recover.

He trusted Zee to keep everything running, but still he chafed at the restrictions, the delays to getting his pack off the ground. He spent his days idly planning, drawing maps of his territory on the den floor as he planned the best defenses and structure of the pack that he could. His border would not be the friendliest, and if any invaded him, he would have traps set into the land to injure and delay. They were the last defense for anyone to reach the Ashen Empire, and he planned to be prepared.

It didn’t make the days any faster, and the impatient man eagerly awaited the times Zee would pock her head in and update him on the pack and her day. He expected her any minute, and he stretched his almost healed paw as he idly watched the den entrance. Another day, and then he expected his bossy healer to release him from his prison.