Set the traps and stomp the grounds

The Warlord found himself looking up miserably at his Lady Queen. Trying to find the words to tell her that the pack was going to have to tighten its pelts for winter. That there would be a lot of work, and little comfort for his Lady today. He shook himself, determination falling over his eyes. Right then. Best get to it.

He leaped back out of the caller opening, and turned to Zee. "We've sprung a leak, the entire caller will need to be emptied and worked over. I'm not sure how much food we can salvage, and everything else will need to be cleaned and dried. Weather permitting..."

His frown was heavy, but his body movements gentle as he placed a paw over his Wife's. "I'm going to get some warm bodies to lend their help, don't go far." He requested, before moving off. Plans already swirling about his brain. As he moved, he raised his head, summoning Iris and Mortis to him. When the winged Heir and dainty slave appeared, he was quick to cut to the chase. "Mortis, start digging out the firepit. Perhaps throw fresh sand to absorb thr moisture, and get a fire started. A big one, we have a lot of things to dry- no, no questions now, get to work." He cut off his son, sending him back to the direction of his Mother. "Iris, see if you can salvage any coats and food for our Lady Queen. See to her comfort above all else, don't take no for an answer" he ordered her, putting the poor thing between the two Alphas stubbornness. With that said, he was off again.