North is in the West

His warmth only made her sleepier, and a relaxed groan rolled out from parted lips at his embrace. Regardless of how much she wanted to go back to sleep, she knew his thoughts were important and she did her best to remain attentive, even if her eyes were closed while she listened. "Yes, Theory." She replied, voice soft. "She beat me, the brat." Her words were not at all harsh, and she chuckled quietly to herself at the memory.

When he mentioned the raid, Zee's eyes pulled open. She lifted her head out from under his, blinking at him. We're next? Is that what he had said? "Great." The horned queen replied sarcastically, her gaze darting out towards the door as if a winterfell wolf might storm in at any moment. "So what now?" A year ago she might worry and stress over the announcement, though she had faith in her Warlord's capabilities to protect the pack.

The pups were concerning however, and she sighed heavily. "How are we going to keep them safe? I already can't stop them from trying to drown themselves, cliff dive, or murder innocent animals. How do I stop them from running headfirst into an enemy?" Zee groaned again, already picturing their bloodthirsty brood trying desperately to participate. "Why did Theory tell you this?"