Here comes this rising tide

Deathbelle was an Empress of the night, she took up dancing with the moon instead of the sun. Though she wasn’t averse to having naps and being awake during daylight hours when she was needed. The woman would be as flexible as possible, and adapted as needed. She hurt deep from the loss of the wolf she’d married, but with the turn of the season around the corner her life seemed to settle. She still mourned, but the wound was healing with time. The pups were growing quickly, the Empire was branching out. There was hope in the air.

Lilac gaze fell upon the heavy build of her younger sister. She was another of her siblings that seemed to reach their paws out into the world. Belle only hoped it was for the good of the Klein name. Eager to catch up with her advisor, the Empress stepped forward to reveal herself to the Klein royal. ”Crow,” she greeted with affection in her voice as she approached.