Deathbelle kept breathing, that was one of the first things Luce told her, one of the most important steps. In, out. In, out. She did it, but her breaths were labored. The Empress didn’t get through it without a couple soft whines as Seer was suddenly very close. She hadn’t allowed his touch since the talk between the three of them. She would welcome the comfort now though. There were a few wolves she wanted beside her, but Seer was her rock. Even after everything he was the one she leaned on most heavily.
She could hear the uncertainty in his voice, and could tell he was frustrated at how helpless he was to soothe her. She tried to give him an encouraging smile, but all she managed was a grimace as the contractions finally ended and she could breathe again. Belle tried to take control of the situation and to b the calm one, it was hard realizing she was going into labor. Her fears were closing in. "I need to be in my den." She started, her gaze shifting to the ravine. Why had she decided to walk so far? ”Luce needs to know." She added as she started towards the palance, unsure if she could even howl for her sister. They had a limited amount of time before the next contraction, and she felt more than ready to lay down.
"Speech"
Deathbelle wears a rosebud tiara that is not shown in her art.
