Blackfeather Woods Jailhouse Tango

"It's more vanity on my part, I suppose." She admitted, shrugging. Burke had not seen her before she gave birth to her triplets. She had a more curvaceous figure then, in her opinion. But it could not be helped; she was not one of those women who could instantly regain their figure after birthing children.

Meldresi smiled. "Good. That is all I ask." As long as her subordinates followed her orders willingly, she was pleased. Though, she was not as superficial as that. But it was the basis of pack life, wasn't it? "They do miss you, and they insist on coming here, but I did it for your own good." She said nothing as he crawled forward, slightly nuzzled her neck fur, and placed his head close nearby her. She didn't mind it, actually. "Perhaps in a few days, or maybe a week, I can move from the infirmary to a ground-level den. I will let you roam about more, but I do not think I will let you do any border patrolling until you are fully healed. Then you could train the pups all you want."