Hail to the Queen

Deathbelle wished she wouldn’t be called a hypocrite if she complained about Hannibal’s or Archon’s upcoming litters with other women. She didn’t particularly like the thought, but celebrated in the new life Ashen would bring forth. These thoughts swarmed her mind as she strolled by the lake, having just left her sister’s den for a check up. She was coming along nicely, gaining weight just as her sister predicted she would. The call made her give pause, unknowing of the coincidence of her thoughts and the call at her border.

Belle made her way curiously, not unused to be called to the border by name. Though she didn’t know the woman her scent was familiar enough. Hannibal had her all over him the day he’d returned to her and plopped the news in her lap without so much as mentioning it to her. She grumbled again internally before smoothing her features, she would do no good to harbor such biases already. This woman was also doing her duty to her pack.

”Hello, dear.” She offered sweetly with a nod as her alabaster marked form came to a halt before the Abraxas woman. Besides that she’d remain silent, mostly wanting to see who Archon’s sister was.