enjoy the flames

”No need to wake the rest of the pack.” Deathbelle whispered softly as she approached Hannibal from beneath the shadows after his summons. Her slender form materialized out of darkness behind him and the Empress aimed to rub her shoulder up the length of him, from his hips to his chest. Deathbelle could feel the tense muscle beneath and the bone from so long away from her care.

Belle’s slender frame continued past Hannibal before she turned back around to take in his brightening dual toned stare. She had been on her way back to the pups when she’d seen Hannibal pass by and followed behind him, unaware she was his quarry. Deathbelle reached out to nuzzle the pale warrior lovingly. ”Hanni, I thought you were dead.” She admitted with hushed tones while enjoying his presence. ”It feels good to have you home.”