GOT AN ANGEL ON MY SHOULDER
But the devil always won...
The water was warm but he drank greedily anyway. It tasted just as good and he knew he needed to keep hydrated after that journey. Someone said his name and at first he didn't respond. He didn't always trust his hearing and for a moment he thought the name had only been in his head until his nostrils caught the scent of a wolf. Not just any wolf, either. His sister. Grinning Harbringr lifted his head and turned to see Deathbelle standing there, lovely as always. He licked the water from his chin. "Belle, you are a sight for sore eyes. I'd been hoping to run into someone from our family here. How are you? Have you run across anyone else?"
