Go ask your mother

”No one said they couldn’t have one of their own.” She told her daughter calmly as the girl over reacted to her statement. She was fiercly protective of her Klein heritage, a thought that warmed her. She wanted them to embrace both sides of their heritage, but the pups were beginning to become their own little selves. Deathbelle couldn’t dictate their views.

”You are special to me.” Belle assured her child as she nuzzled her affectionately. ”You have to prove you’re special to the rest of the world. Sometimes you aren’t lucky, and you’ll have to work to show your greatness.” It was a hard truth, but that was the only way to get anywhere. Greatness didn’t fall in your lap. ”Think of what’s important to you and include that in your sigil.” She said comfortingly to change to an easier subject.