“I have done well for myself here, basking in your glow as the brother who shared our mother’s womb.” He responded, the rat tittering as it worried at the draping. “Speaking of glowing…” He muttered and waving the horns through the holes left behind by the rats. “You radiate sister, with maternal light.” He simpered and looked up from his careful work. “Who is the father?” He asked, his tail drumming slightly against the floor of her den, already sure he knew the answer. His sister had been faithful to the Klein lineage, he would never expect her to stray from what was the true path as he saw it.
Although in the same breath he had to wonder. He had seen the ruddy male sauntering through the pack lands like an ill omen, and had heard at a distance his prayers toward his strange god. Belle had seemed quite taken with him in her own fashion although he knew her true passions would always lay with Hannibal.
