life is way too short to take it slow

Deathbelle’s dark fur bristled at the sound of another wolf. herears lifted from her skull as lilac eyes darted to the small frame of Iolaire. The concern in her voice was surprising, but if she already gained that much respect maybe the she wolf deserved a bit of her time. Deathbelle looked back towards the horizon and lifted a paw to remove the tear stains from her fur. ”Reminiscing, miss Iolaire.” The Empress offered in quick explanation as she composed herself.

She returned her gaze back to the Armada’s wolf with the corners of her lips pulled back into a polite smile. ”Are you having a nice evening?” She asked lamely as she made an attempt to organize her thoughts and bite back the sorrow she’d invited upon herself this night. Deathbelle placed a paw affectionately upon the carved rock as she leaned back onto her haunches comfortably.