misfit

Deathbelle hadn’t met the other two young Hannibal had left behind, she had been too late to collect them. Or they hadn’t been as cunning as their sister, and in that case their loss to the Klein lineage would be no great consequence to anyone but her poor niece. The thought placed a snippet in her head that she wasn’t so sure she was comfortable with. Reproducing had never been high on her list of accomplishments to conquer. She supposed finding a partner to impregnate her would be easy enough. However, finding a wolf worthy of such a powerful position over her was the real challenge.

She mentally shook the thought from her mind, Banshee was plenty of responsibility despite how much a few cousins would help her to grow. Once the Empire was returned to them, then deathbelle would consider her stake in the future. There was not near enough stability for them in life yet.

”Do not judge the desert so harshly, young one. She provides bounties to those who know her.” It had taken Belle almost dying of starvation to learn her, but now the Klein was just as at home in the desert as anywhere else. ”However, the south will likely provide the experience you need to further your learning.” She mentioned her siblings again and Belle gave her an encouraging smile. ”And maybe we’ll find Mordecai and Recluse.” The Klein had little hope of reuniting them at this point, but she wanted to be hopeful for her niece.