putting some effort in

The Warlord took the bait, hook line and sinker. Spending the afternoon with Artorias, and none the wiser to his wifes plans. So much so, that when Artorias dropped the charade and told him to head over to the hot springs, he was caught completely unawares.

With Marshal winging ahead, the mystified Warlord went looking for his Wife. It seemed a rare day that Zee left the pack lands, and he took it as a hopeful sign. Marshal found the Queen first, circling in the sky lazily above her, pointing the way. With a motion, he sent Bast and Bear scattering through the springs. Far enough to give them some privacy, and close enough to keep watch over the pair.

And then he reached her, and he found the dainty, skinny Queen with her head resting against a heated rock. Ivory antlers curling away from her pale coat. He closed his eyes briefly, pushing away the stronger, scarier emotions that writhed inside of him. A necessity, for him to be the friend and not the husband she wished. “Zee” he said softly


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