Hail to the Queen

The Abraxas woman adopted similar tones to Belle as she nodded in greeting and offered her name. The Empress had indeed been expecting this meeting if not looking forward to it. Circe was impressive, she was just as tall as Archon and towered over the Klein wolf. Deathbelle was used to huge wolves, having grown up beside Sirius, having been with Archon, and her older brother Jekyl. She was a beautiful wolf, and Belle tried her best not to feel her jealousy rise again.

”Indeed, Lady Abraxas.” She didn’t loose any of her previous cordiality with her words. ”I look forward to our offspring growing together within Ashen’s borders." Their children would be very closely related, and would need similar care in their education and development. ”Where do you fit, Circe?” She asked a bit more critically as she sought out where best to place Archon’s sister. ”What rank most suits you?”