fix it if its broked

Deathbelle was a confident she wolf, her breeding having made her a princess. One day the Klein name would rule again, and the girl would retake her proper title. Though, if she could not reunite with Hannibal it would be queen instead of princess. Mismatched ears continuously swiveled at her had as she watched the horizon. She was ready in case Heloise decided to make a stupid move, but she had faith in the woman. Belle had been the one to offer help after all. There was no malice in the snowy she wolf.

They eventually settled after no confrontation during their walk, and her patient was quick to ask about the items laid out to be used. Belle sat back on her haunches and curled her own snowy white tail to her paws. ”Wet moss to clean the blood from your wound. Lamb’s ear to cover once I’ve put my salve on it. The mixture contains honey, a pinch of lavender, and a bit of meadowsweet.” She explained as she picked up the moss and aimed to start cleaning Heloise’s shoulder.