haunted by the ghost of you

Uncertainty was not her strong suit, and Belle was beginning to worry that Hannibal was gone again. She had tried to usher him away from the battlefield to help and see to his wounds. She’d hoped they would regroup and begin work on rebuilding the Empire. She hated it, but Deathbelle was beginning to doubt the heir. Decorated paws carried her to the lands she was told had held Erovare until very recently. The scents were becoming stale, though the presence of wolves was still strong. This was one of the last places she had a clue to look.

She hadn’t found Hannibal’s children or the woman who whelped them. That had been a disappointment, but she hoped the little ones found their way to family. Maybe they remained here? The Klein women's ivory splashed for slipped through the dark forest, even here the heat weighed down on her dark form. She made a note to return to her habit of travelling by night instead of day.

”Hannibal?” She called out, mismatched ears perked as she hoped for some kind of answer from the forest. Belle’s alabaster tail hung limply at her ankles as she stood silently, hoping her brother’s call might be returned to her. The feeling of defeat was hard to overcome when she had been battling for so long. A soft sigh escaped her lips as her shoulders fell and her haunches lowered to the ground. She knew the Klein Empire must be rebuilt, but she didn’t want to do it without Hannibal. Would they need to start looking to Roman to lead them? Would her siblings accept one not of Yvonne, was the real question. Was Roman ready was the second, if he wasn’t capable might she have a chance?