Spoils of War

Dainty paws led the Armada healer to the meeting place. She was anxious to get back to her wifely duties. They'd started tying the front door shut simply so they would be found in a... compromising situation. It was funny. A few simple words, a little ceremony, and it was like they were both hormone ridden youngsters once again.

Arriving at the meeting, Iolaire took her seat at the front, flashing a dazzling white smile at her brother as she did so. She saved room beside her for her mother and Roan. Dropping to lay on her stomach, she waited.