Maija had told him that Sibelle had been sticking around his den site since the maim and although he appreciated the sentiment, he knew it wasn't good for her. He had tried insisting that he was completely fine, his Queen was more than capable of taking care of him, but the stubborn woman that she was, she didn't listen. After her first refusal the Re would no longer insist that she not worry about him; he would've done the same if it was her. Ripped ears would come to attention atop his massive skull, listening to his sister's paw steps as she moved towards him, her voice becoming clearer as she closed the gap between them, bidding him goodmorning in her usual teasing voice as she bumped against his shoulder. Milky eyes would turn towards where her skull had met his shoulder, ebony lips pulling up into a grin. There's nothing wrong with being one. You should try it some time. He would tease back, a hint of concern edging his words, knowing that this whole situation was taking a toll on her.
Would my brother be so kind as to tell his wonderful sister who this special woman is? A hearty chuckle would rumble in his massive chest, the flesh around his milky eyes crinkling. Of course she would come asking about Maija. It was only natural for his sister to be curious about his love life. Oh you mean my wife-to-be? He would answer casually, a mischievous grin twisting his features, knowing that Sibelle would react pretty...interestingly to his statement.
