left a part of me behind

The Warlord was keeping a close eye on his little ones, moving along the territory to see what each pup was up to. Those he found, he tickled tummies or got into a small playful scruff with, before moving on. As he was passing over the scent of Gossamer, he heard the sound of Harbringr, a wolf he knew to be close to Zee, as well as part of their ally pack. He assumed the man must be making his way over to meet the pups. He thought little of it, until he crossed his path and Zee’s on his way to Gossamer, his eyes glancing over Harb, to Goss, opening his mouth to utter greetings. Before he could, he jerked his head up again in a violent motion at the duel-eyed wolf's words. "Zee… what happened to your horns?"

His gaze was met with Zee’s bear head. His mouth fell ajar in astonishment, and he shoved his way forward, careful not to squash a pup and grabbing Zee’s head and feeling at her scalp with a paw. There was… no injury. “Love… what…?”