death before dishonor

Deathbelle first felt relief as she heard the call and didn’t hesitate to make her way to him. Hurriedly the Empress made her way to where he was, hardly believing she had heard correctly. Sirius had recently taken Iolaire on a hunting retreat so her favorite distraction was unavailable. She’d been spending a lot of time with the pups and Zee as well. She hadn’t known it but she had been mourning Hannibal since his disappearance. She knew that Sirius had given up hope for him, and her own had been waning.

Her second thought, after relief at knowing he was alive, was fury. Why hadn’t he returned to her, why hadn’t he sent word? Had he forgotten about them here? Delicate paws carried her quickly until her lilac gaze finally fell on his svelte form. She didn’t miss the way he held his leg, or the massive scars upon it. Still, her relief won out over her anger and she approached hesitantly. Were it not for Banshee and Harbringr both there as well she might not have believed her eyes. She waited for Hannibal to come to her, but she yearned once more for his embrace.