Shared Misery

He chuckled roughly, had had to admit, despite his dry throat and pounding head, it had been a fantastic night. He hadn’t let go in so long, he had almost forgotten what it was like to truly relax.
“You’ve got a point” he conceited. His sister often did.

“I did, I believe I pounded on the door yelling fit to wake the pack. She dragged me back inside and told me to sleep. I don’t remember much else, really. We still haven’t had a proper talk.” but at least now Zee knew he had some frustrations. That had to stand for something, right? He just wanted his Wife at his side, through everything. With a sigh, he plonked his head down on a dainty healer paw.