Blackfeather Woods Jailhouse Tango

She matched Burke's smile with her own gentle one, sitting down close to the injured male. She curled into a slightly compact ball, her tail twitching lazily. The priestess snorted softly in amusement. Was Burke flirting with her? Or was it something created out his boredom and lonlieness in the infirmary. She had ordered her children to leave Burke alone while he was healing; they would make his recovery worst, despite their beliefs.

"I have been doing much of the patrolling. I need the exercise." She smirked, thinking back to her rotund stomach. She may have looked attractive to other wolves, but the Night Queen was too painfully aware of the weight she had gained after birthing her children. Having a few more hours patrolling the borders would offset that for the summer. "Ohen and the others have been making sure the pack's caches are full, though I intend on organizing another hunt eventually." Reaping the benefits of the newly revitalized Wilds would be their priority until they were once again at full strength. "Damien and Cicero have been working hard on their practices, every morning. You need not worry about them."

She cocked an ear back, a perplexed and amused expression. "Would you stop worrying about work if I commanded you to?"