oh baby, that was quite a punch; could somebody check my pulse?

Indigo wormed his way out of her embrace and Zee's lips parted in an argument that died upon her lips. Her children were growing up, her fluffy purple boy was undisturbed and eager to help and learn. He did not need her as much as he used to, and she struggled to force herself to let him go. Though she may have been one of the smallest wolves present she moved to help load the man into the cart, trying to come to terms with the fact that her child was hoisting a bloody, mutilated wolf on his shoulders.

Once he was ready for transport she turned towards her Empress, who's gaze seemed to be permanently fixed upon Magnus. It'd been a while since they'd had any serious talk, but she was getting the feeling that this was more then an Empress' devotion towards a subject. For Deathbelle's sake as well as her warrior's own she prayed that he could be saved, her friend had had enough heartbreak already. "He couldn't be in better paws, he'll be okay." Her words were whispered, and not to anyone in particular. This was her wolf too, and to see him so damaged and knowing there was nothing she could do pained her. At least Sirius could go rip out the throat of the beast and feel he'd gotten some sort of revenge.