North is in the West

Zee's eyes slid shut harder in protest as her husband whispered in her ear, and then one blue eye showed itself in a sleep-deprived glare. She let it linger on the warlord for a moment, sighed heavily and lifted her head. Blinking the sleepiness away the horned queen yawned. "What's bothering you, love?" Her voice was muddled, not quite awake. Sirius was not the type of wolf to wake her for no reason - in fact, with Sirius in the den Zee knew that her sleep would never be disturbed for what wasn't a good reason - so she knew whatever it was he wanted to talk to her about was important.

The tiredness weighed on her, and her head slowly slunk back down to rest upon her paws. Her eyes remained upon him, though when she blinked they lingered close perhaps a bit too long.