Hideaway Strath Where ma fuxkin’ kids at??

Simmik was not all that happy to be back either, but she wasn't quite as grumpy about it as her husband. She also had trouble making room for her discomfort when the fate of her sons was unknown. They had been raised as warriors, trained mostly by Ky, especially as they had gotten older; she wanted to believe they were fine and doing what they had come here to do, but she couldn't shake the fear in the pit of her stomach. 

She reached up and nuzzled Ky as he spoke words only she could hear. But the moment was interrupted by the familiar scent of Nyra—a pregnant Nyra at that. They had both known she would be angry. Simmik understood her reason for being upset, she just didn't care very much. They had never really gotten along, and now she was standing there with a look of betrayal, demanding to know why they had returned.

A man appeared, clearly protective of the other woman. He radiated a clear don't fuck with us vibe. Simmik was growing annoyed; she wanted to find their children, not stand here and be forced to explain their decisions. 

Ky told her they had returned to check on their sons. Now either help us or get out of the way, she added, fiery gaze moving between Nyra and her guard. Nothing would stand between her and her children.