Stiffen up that upper lip

Zee sat upon the sand looking out to the shore, watching as the water began to pull back into the sea for the morning. Sea's Plain was a perfect location for their training grounds to be held, as the water's rising would wash away any blood or flesh that happened to be drawn in spars. So far however, the sand remained nearly pristine. They'd seemed to gather many more healers than warriors, though Zee had no argument there. She loved each one of her wolves, not minding at all if they preferred flowers and herbs to tooth and fang.

She'd heard little back from Iolaire on Mortis' progress though she believed in her sister-in-law to help him overcome. For now, she'd try not to think too hard on his mental state. It was easier for her to ignore that he may be broken then it was to accept it, and somehow regardless of his problems Zee still loved her son desperately. Something in his soft heart touched hers in a way that the other kids could not.

She tipped her head back and howled for him then, before she could change her mind. It was to be a training session, to help hone his body while Iolaire repaired his mind.