First blood

Zee had found herself unusually moody as of late, and when her husband arrived home with fire in her eyes begging for her to talk him down, the horned queen did not feel very obligated to stand between him and Deathbelle's legacy. From the broken bridge she rose with a sigh, stepping lazily onto the sand towards him.

"I don't like to lie." She deadpanned back at him. "What is it this time?" Exhaustion had reached every part of the small wolf and easily crossed over into her tone. Sleeping had become more and more difficult as nights passed - perhaps she was falling ill and should ask some of Iolaire's time somewhat soon. If whatever had pushed her Warlord into a fury had to do with Deathbelle, chances were her mood would get much worse before it got better anyways. Zee would try to keep her easily-pushed buttons away from her sister-in-law until it was absolutely necessary.