Quiet on the Northern front

Hazel stretched out when he arrived, and he gave her a fond smile. He felt like it had been one thing after another since they had taken over the Armada. From Kite’s betrayal and challenge, and subsequent poaching of two wolves, to the council meeting, to his injuries suffered at the hands of the bear, and Charlie’s disappearance. He was putting out fires everywhere he turned around, and he was afraid of the stress it was putting on their relationship. On Hazel, who to him felt as if she was withdrawing from him.

Hazel gave a report, and he nodded his head. Knowing she would have picked up on it if it was something to worry about. “I thought some quiet time up here would be nice.” He explained. He took a sip from his own drink, feeling the difference in its warmth to the air around him. He didn’t want to pester her, he knew that her demons were not easy ones to face. He only hoped she would tell, if she needed to share the burden.