Even fishers get Mid Year Reviews

He founded her huddled on a collection of rocks, watching the waves roll across the beach. It was a high tide, and half his beach was hidden by the angry sea. Not the best day for fishing, was that the reason for her long face?

The Warlord didn't hesitate to hop onto the rocks beside her, settling down close, but without invading her personal bubble. She gave off an air of not wanting to be bothered. Alas for her, Warlords didn't care if they interrupted 'me' time.
Her words brought his thoughts to the 'winter cheetah' and he hid a smile. He was feeling rather well insulated this winter. If it wasn't for the defined muscles under the fluff, he might have thought he was getting fat. Shaking his head at his Wraith and saying with gentle patience. "Its called winter, Hana. I figured you understood that the way your filling up on fish flubber" he reached a paw out, slowly, daringly, and poked her in the side.

"Why are you out here sulking, anywhere?" He could get to the matter of his job for her in good time. It was strange to see her without Azure or Mortis chasing her tail. Was she jealous of Morts knew friend? And where had Azure been lately, anyway. Neglecting the wolf he had fought so hard for?