GOT AN ANGEL ON MY SHOULDER
But the devil always won...
Belle swallowed hard and Harbringr reached out to nuzzle her shoulder gently. They'd been living like kings, everything had been going their way and if he was honest with himself Harbringr had hardly bothered to learn how to deal with loss. Even now it seemed surreal. Part of him expected those they'd lost to suddenly show up.
Settling down next to the water like a sphinx, Harbring let his front paws dangle in the water. It felt good, cool and soothing on his weary feet. Belle hadn't seen much of the land yet, nor had she found traces of Hannibal. Hari nodded lightly. He wasn't terribly surprised. When Hannibal wanted to be scare he could really make himself scarce. "Well, I'm sure he'll turn up eventually. Do you intend to make your home in these lands? If it didn't trouble you any I'd like to stay close. I'd hate to find a member of the family only to lose them again."
