Otter Creek make a fist and close your eyes

She had every want to be back in her former place. But Khaba knew well that it would not be beside him, yet above him, as it had been before. As it had always been, even on the day they'd met. But things had changed. He no longer felt the need to see any man or women above him. They were either his equal, or his inferior. 

Even with her return, this would not change on her behalf. She would see her way back in their ranks if she so desired, but her former role would not be given back so easily.

She pushed close, and he did not allow it, snapping his teeth back in defiance. No. He countered, muzzle lifting. 

The children may have come from her womb — but to leave them so young, without even a trace or explanation, meant only selfish abandonment. Khaba could see it no other way. He'd raised them as father. Now, he saw Zharille as nothing more than birthgiver. She could not use their existence to her advantage. Not in this way.

Stay, as subordinate. He offered with a faint-hearted rumble. Or leave. 

If she wanted power back so badly, she would earn it, just as he had.