Mean Girls

Deathbelle made her way towards the temporary den after a patrol. The place was hardly a hovel compared to the palace she once inhabited. The pack would be returned to their home soon, she had to believe that. Those thoughts raced through her head as she walked, when would the lake and ravine be ready to support them again? How long would the volcano torment them before they were allowed to continue with their lives?

She sighed heavily as the sound of voices was carried towards her through the maze of caverns. Mismatched ears perked as she heard Venom speaking with a voice she didn’t recognize without the face. Belle couldn’t help but quicken her pace at the sounds of sudden distress.

When she appeared before the young wolves she was taken aback by the scene. Venom stood before the poor slave girl with blood covering her face. ”Venom, that’s enough.” She’d tell her daughter as she aimed to put herself between the two children. She didn’t chastize her daughter as she looked to Motif’s wounds. She couldn’t tell yet but it was likely the girl only had blood in her eyes. Venom knew not to cause undue damage to the lesser population.

”Calm down,” she said softly to the panicked yearling. ”We’ll get you fixed up, don’t worry.” She offered gently as she coaxed her back to placation.