with one headlight

He knew she spoke the truth, and he agreed with her. He wouldn’t let his little sister go, and Deathbelle wouldn’t ask for her. He pressed a little harder, asking after the results of the two living in separate packs. Belle shifted her features away from his blue eyes, her own closing as her face fell. ”She is where she belongs.” Her voice was warm, she cared deeply for Iolaire. The safest place for her was beside Sirius. Besides, the Warlord was practically an extension of herself. ”You should probably know,” she started hesitantly, the regret in her voice difficult to disguise. ”We..” there was no ‘we’ anymore. ”We are just friends, now.” It was difficult to admit, being with Io had been blissful and easy.

”Well, no.” She told him, he certainly shouldn’t give up yet. ”I wouldn’t worry until after you’ve tried through her season.” Belle offered her support, knowing this conversation wouldn’t have happened between the two of them before Iolaire. Belle wouldn’t have been able to handle it then. ”Or for over a year. Whichever comes first.”