Time away from the kids

The Warlord laughed softly as his little wife leaned forward, peering in the direction of their Armada. It was too far away of course to make out anything more then the general lay of the land. Not little colorful shapes that were potentially getting their paws into things they shouldn't. That could be drowning or digging up poisonous bulbs in the soil of a healers forgotten garden. Any other numerous thoughts better left forgotten. "Hana and Mort will be vigilant" he said, to himself and his Queen as he moved softly into her suggestive affection. He let out a soft sigh he trusted those two with pup sitting more then he did most. And others like Mags and Sedna would do their part to keep an eye. They were a pack, a family. His children were surrounded by wolves that would fight for them. Even so, he understood Zees struggle. He felt it too.

He wanted this break, but every moment away he itched to flip one of his Zeelets onto their back and tickle their bellies until they laughed hard enough to get a belly ache. This was what he had creates their pack for. First, to Protect Deathbelle. Then to protect Zee. Now to protect their children, and for them to protect each other. This pack had become something more for him. It was family. He let out a soft sigh, leaning against Zee. He loved his pack, but he missed this. Just him and Zee.
"Yeah, the last time I was here it was to haul glass back for Indigos hot house." He fell silent after that, a sad sort of thoughtful silence.