It's been a while since she's called the family den her own, even before her and Joxer (and the rest of her siblings) went on their long trip that ended in Warcrest and her being left as a promise for the future. To be trained into the war queen she was born to be, the future of the pack in her loving paws.

It seems like talking with queen Nyra always ends with something changing within the ranks, and she loved the woman for it, probably knocked some sense into Jaxxon while they were north.

Polly's face was a mask of sadness as she poked her head into the den, a look of acceptance, just like how you'd expect the eldest daughter to react at a wake. Being strong for the others, the rock that the family needed, it's one she'd worn before more than once as a human. She didn't feel the grief, of course, Joxer had always been in and out of their lives doing reckless shit and bringing home whores and bastards.

Both her fathers were messy, really.

Jaxxon's deep rumble reached her ears after they looked at eachother for a moment, judging? Watching for weakness?

She could smell it on him like how a shark smells blood in the water.

It was my pleasure her voice was soft, yes, lay all your burdens on her. It was then that she stepped in further, moving to the man's side and laying beside him, resting her head on his back in an embrace. Oh, daddy.. She let the silence hang for a moment, let him grieve, before dropping some more pleasant news on the man.

Ezra's come to stay with us, I've already named him an executioner Better to tell him now, before Jaxxon thinks he's just here to visit.