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Belle had travelled north through the dunes of the west, eventually reaching a river that conveniently ran between two packs. She took in as much information as she could just from smelling the borders before continuing on her way, knowing neither held her elder brother. She had just pulled herself out of the river when she was startled by a familiar voice. An unintentional smirk played over her dark features at the convenient coincidence.

The royal woman shook her ivory stained coat with a graceful pride before jumping into a quick gallop. With a rhythmic gate Deathbelle closed the distance between herself and the goal she had sought when she left home. Vowing not to look back that day her heart soared to know the future looked so bright in that moment.

With her fur clean, dry, and a little windblown as her midnight paws first touched the battlefield Belle was ready for the show. Her gaze was bright and her skin flush with the exertion of her run, but she was glowing when her eyes fell on Hannibal. She refrained from rushing to his side, instead she regained her regal composure and floated to the Klein heir’s side. She didn’t see there being time to catch up, she she simply smiled softly and stood supportively to the side.