what if you and me

She was cold. No matter how many furs she managed to pile on top of her there was not enough warmth. Belle made every attempt to snuggle in closer with the pups, but they were overheating with her next to them as well. Her tossing and turning did nothing for them either, and after adorning one of the pelts, Deathbelle wandered outside the place she’d denned her pups.

There was one wolf she could bother, who would fit beside her perfectly. Sirius was too bi, and allowing herself too close to him caused problems. Lucretia kicked, and she also had Bourbon. Belle didn’t want to disturb her precious few hours of sleep a night. Hannibal was working to establish their next pack, and was almost never beside her. A fact that hurt her heart when she needed him beside her the most duty called him away.

So Deathbelle sought out Zee. The woman had offered herself fully to Belle’s service, and the Empress needed her now. Tears fell softly down her cheeks as she ached for Archon, her skin shivered with the cold loneliness of separation. Zee wasn’t even close to the same thing, but she would be the best option of many poor ones. ”Zee?” She croaked out as she thought she was getting closer. Hopefully the she wolf wasn’t too focused on Sirius.