Curiosity Killed the Wolf

She still had to patrol, she still had to go about her business. Life went on and there was no slowing down. Their claimed lands were too dangerous for the pups to inhabit, and much of Ashen had relocated to the rocks. Belle knew she would need to call everyone together, to come up with a tally of who was with them.. and who was missing. She had a dark pit in her stomach, there were a few faces she hadn’t seen. She hoped that they were only out paving the way for Ashen’s second pillar pack. Hannibal hadn’t planned an extended absence with her, and a worry had come to settle in her gut. What would she do if Hannibal was lost to them as well?

She banished the thought as delicate paws carried her further, her lilac gaze fell on the very young wolf. Her hackles raised but she could see he was slipping. She aimed to grab him by the scruff and right him before he slipped into a cavern. ”You shouldn’t be here, boy.” She told him sternly as she watched him with a critical eye. He had the scents of ash and fire on him, but also that of a pack. Not one she was familiar with, not that many had come to her. ”Why aren’t you with your family?” He might have been close to being a yearling, but he was still young, and in this disaster the Empress felt over protective. Would she offend the pack he belonged to much if she kept him?

She banished the thought and looked to him sternly. ”This is where Ashen is residing during the disaster, you’re trespassing.” She warned him with a brow raised as she looked to him expectantly, waiting the excuse. It was a good thing it wasn’t Sirius to find him. Deathbelle might have chuckled at the thought, but at least she was distracted from her heavy emotions.

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