He sighed. There was no winning with Aytigin it seemed. He would always beat to the sound of his own drum, which was both refreshing and incredibly frustrating. Especially when it came to his health. They had puppies to take care of—borders to tend to. He couldn’t risk having one of his subordinates injured, especially when two of them were on puppy-sitting duty. “Can’t have you limping around the borders, you’re going to make us look bad,” he retorted as he flashed the male a warm smile to let him know he was kidding. Sort of.
Is there anywhere to lie down in that den. XIX nodded immediately, dismissing the ebony male’s question with a flick of his tail. “The twins sleep in Lilya’s den. I don’t trust them around my inventory,” he answered with a soft laugh as he motioned for the Guardian-in-training and his china doll to follow him. “There’s lots of room for you to rest.” As he stepped toward the dens Lachesis turned to the dove, a brow raised. “You’re more than welcome to stay there, too.” Despite the sparrow and XIX announcing their feelings for each other, the ghost didn’t always spend the night with her and their daughters. It was mostly due to his nocturnal behaviour, for he often spent his nights patrolling the Kingswood. Occasionally he would seek solitude within his own den, for he had dug out a secluded bed away from his herbs (and patients). With four wolves stuffed inside of Lilya’s den—two of them still growing—it was often cramped.
stick with those who stick with you