when violet eyes get brighter

Deathbelle tried to distract herself with menial tasks, doing what she could to continue the pack and to strengthen Archon’s legacy. She couldn’t dwindle in his loss, she knew she couldn’t. She allowed herself to be weak for now. No one could deny her a period of grieving for her royal husband. She was alone with her thoughts as she searched for any desert plants that might still survive in the cold.

Delicate paws carried her through the red stone hallways, her ivory tail swaying at her hips as she slowly made her way through. Snowberry ran her paws through her fur comfortingly, the tiny primate found some dried lavender and worked it into her mistress's fur as she walked. The action was appreciated and Belle sighed heavily as the familiar weight on her heart pulled her down. Archon’s presence was deeply missed, and he was the only presence she wanted in that moment.