What makes a family

After spraining his leg, he hadn’t gotten a chance to find Deathbelle, so he was grateful when he caught her scent on the wind and knew she was coming to see him. He and Zee had talked over Deathbelle’s proposal , and after reaching not so much a decision but terms, he had sought out Deathbelle but she had gone. He knew the Empress had left to give them a chance, but he worried she had left feeling dejected.

He pulled himself into a sitting position, careful of both his broken leg, and his sprained one, as he waited for Deathbelle to poke her head into the den. “Come in” he said gently, and waited to see if she would comply. Once she had walked through the den, petite frame dwarfed by the entrance he had built to fit his height and Zee’s antlers. He smiled at the woman, small of frame, and tall of stature. He did not know what she would think of what he had to say, but he would tell her regardless, and she could make an informed decision.

“Death, I was hoping you would come by”