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While Deathbelle maybe even stood more proudly since the last time the two she wolves met, Dutch looked beaten down and dragged through the muda couple of times. She was the mother of her niece and nephews so at the very least on that level Belle cared for her. She had a spunk that the Empress was drawn to as well, or had anyway. Belle’s eyes widened as the status of her armor was revealed. A low growl even escaped her lips as she thought of the viking woman and her skewed vision of honor.

”I won't blame you, mother of my kin.” She offered softly after her outburst. ”I will find that viking though..” Belle offered a bit more gruffly as she thought about her stolen armor. ”If I have continued use of your services, Dutch you’re welcome a lifetime.” She assured her gently. ”Now, will you introduce me to my niece and nephews.” This was no request, but Belle very much expected to be shown the precious Klein pups.