Set the traps and stomp the grounds

*Zeitgeist* · 08-22-2021, 03:11 PM

Before Zee had the chance to get into action and begin emptying the cellar, Artorias was on scene. The yearling took charge of the situation quickly and Zee tried not to resent him for it - the boy had been learning under Sirius, and was preparing to take the head of his own pack one day. It would be good experience for him to control the situation, though Zee felt a part of her own identity slip further away as she was relegated to drying duty. The horned queen nodded her head, stepping back from the cellar doors to allow the wolves to enter and letting out a soft sigh as Iris draped a blanket across her shoulders. Artorias was just doing his job, Iris was just doing her job, but still Zee felt more and more like a feeble elder being doted on and less and less like the alpha she was trying to rediscover.

Sirius approached, annoyance clear on his face and as he entered the cellar before her she turned and moved toward where Mortis was working at the fire. Her legs and underbelly were coated with muck from the underground flood, and so she offered him a distanced nuzzle of cheek in greeting before taking her place beside him. It quickly became apparent that the blanket would only pose a fire risk with all this shuffling around the flames as items were passed along the chain, and she shrugged it off onto a nearby stump to keep it safe. They'd lost enough from this disaster, losing another hide would be only more tragedy for them.

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Set the traps and stomp the grounds

Zee

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