Lock him down

"Speech"

Malachai woke to an empty den, that wasn't that worrying. Not really. Grimshaw had been busier since his return to the Armada and Malachai was proud of the man. They came together more nights than not and Malachai had made it a point to listen to Grim's day each time they did. Sometimes it was Grimshaw's den in the Armada and sometimes it was Malachai's own in Ashen, neither felt all that unfamiliar to him anymore, and considering the open border policy the two packs shared the man had no qualms about spending the night in the Warlord's lands and would have contested any of his own cousins attempting to kick Grimshaw out.

But this morning or rather well, afternoon, as he stretched and found the space next to him empty Malachai was not too concerned. He had slept through Sirius' call for his lover but figured that Grimshaw was once more off to do his duties. The blue-marked man took some time to roll over and stretch and finally emerge into the light of the early afternoon. He shook the dirt from his pelt and licked at his chops. Brunch maybe? Mostly Malachai spent his days doing whatever he could to fill the time until he and Grimshaw would meet up in the evening, sometimes he would hunt, giving the remainders of his meals to the pack but honestly, he wasn't particularly concerned about any sort of duties. Not that he had many to speak of anyways.