Hideaway Strath Please don't go.

He knew it was coming, soon. Perhaps not too soon though. He never wanted war to be so far away.
He wandered back to his den, a hare for Arlette hanging from his jaws.
He returned to her, placing the meal for her whilst she greeted him. He returned soft kisses to her cheek, breathing in her ever calming scent. 

He gazed at her, feeling her worry creep into him. He cast his gaze about for their children, who were playing outside. He could hear all three of them. Good.
But she was worried about the war still.
Derg hummed softly, almost in the way that Kynareth did, but much more contemplative.

"Then we'll leave. We'd have to leave quickly and go far and find people to hide us...but I don't want to abandon them Arlette, they're like my family." He sighed softly, knowing this was a weight for both of them to bear, "Besides, would you want a life on the run with our children? You know Kynareth, and with Nyra by his side...abandonment isn't much an option."

The Archangels were in motion, Nyra's pack of warriors she'd raise. He didn't think it would be long-lived - she was too much of a rash ruler, one that was untrustworthy. Kynareth was dependable. No matter, he couldn't stop it. Merely watch on.
Perhaps he should move up the ranks.

"Why does it worry you, dear?"