when can i see you again

Deathbelle’s mind certainly hadn’t been cleared with her night with Io, but at least her thoughts were better organized. She could breathe again, she had found hope again, and the Empress was eager to get herself back on track. She still wished for Sirius, she still relived the death of her husband in her dreams at night, but a weight seemed to have been lifted from her. Strength was returning to her.

The days were becoming a little easier, the sun was returning and the cold promised to be forced out. Delicate paws carried the Empress over the border of Ashen’s temporary home. The promise of a brighter future was right on the horizon, and she couldn’t wait to reach out and grasp it. She breathed in the fresh spring breeze, it was still cold but it was eager to push away the ash and smoke.

Her favorite bongo pelt, finally restored and returned after Sirius carried her laboring self back to the den on it, was draped loosely over her shoulders. She paced over the well worn path, her thoughts on the future. Especially the surprise that the dainty Io had promised her.