the youth of the nation

Deathbelle’s lilac gaze shifted from her sleeping litter to Rosemary’s lovely form as he greeted her affectionately. She welcomed him within her quarters at any time. She closed her eyes and returned the brif affection as his attention shifted to the pups, as was proper. His approval was obvious in the way he spoke and how he looked at his nieces and nephew. ”They turned out perfectly.” Or that was what she continued to tell herself as she worried over the little bumps and oddities that had no explanation.

He moved again, and curled his taller frame around her lovingly. Belle lay her head over his and groomed affectionately at his dark ears as he complimented her. ”If not more so.” She told him as she combed his soft fur with her teeth. ”How are you, Beloved?” Belle added softly, pulling back so that she might catch sight of his tangerine gaze. She spent little time outside of the palace, her new babies having need of her 24/7.