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Lately it seemed Zee was spending much more time inside their den then outside it, taking advantage of the time before their pups came where she could be relaxed and lazy and comfortable. Sirius still spent most days busy as always, though he'd always returned home before the dark did and Zee was coming to trust and believe in her husband's word to always be there for her.

When the sky overhead darkened and the rain began to fall, Zee moved to sit just inside the door peering out into the storm. From nearly the moment they'd become friends Sirius had always prioritized her silly fear, and she learned to rely on him for the comfort the titanic direwolf offered her throughout the thunder. It didn't cross her mind that he might not come, and so she remained by the doorway while the storm brewed both fearful and worried.

A dozen strikes of lightning came and went, and eventually she was driven deeper into the den. She nosed her way beneath her ox-hide blanket and hid her face, shuddering harder with each crack of thunder that sounded. Both the wolves footsteps went unnoticed to her, and it wasn't until Sirius' arms scooped her and the blanket up that she poked her muzzle out of the furs. "I thought you forgot." She accused softly, leaning into his chest.

Iolaire's voice sounded from the doorway, and her head shot up worriedly. She looked from Sirius to his sister, ears pulling back in shame. It had been so long that her husband had been handling her fears that she almost forgot how shameful and silly they were. "Hi, Io." Her reply came.