booze and peppermint

Belle stepped out of the den and into the cold of the early morning. She didn’t have much of a schedule right now, sleep when the babies slept. Those within the palace brought her food, and she really only left the den for potty breaks and a bit of fresh air. She felt wrong when she was away from them for too long. The Empress’s paws were wrapped in the convenient little booties she won at the firefly festival. They matched rather well surprisingly, black and white with a line of purple that matched her eyes. They marked the frost on the rock as she crept forward to drink from the spring. She lapped up the near ice cold water and shivered, ready to be back inside with the little ones.