North is in the West

Zee's eyes narrowed as she directed a glare Sirius' way, lips parting in a half-hearted growl. "Don't think I'm too tired to kick your ass." She threatened playfully, shaking her head and trying to forget that somehow her full name had made it's way around the world. Damn Archon. At the mention of a playdate she shrugged her small shoulders and lifted a paw to rub the exhaustion from her face. "Yeah, it sounds like a good idea. The pups could use someone normal to play with, and god knows we could use the allies." A soft sigh. "You know it'll be impossible to keep them from participating. Unless one of us sits back to ensure they behave, they'll outsmart any babysitter and find their way to the battlefield with or without our permission." Zee could not believe children could be so tiring, why did nobody warn her?