Lingering Effects

Deathbelle had a lot of hope to look forward to in her future, the Empire was strong and her children were growing fast. They had just accepted their apprentice ranks and their futures were shining bright. They would be a year old soon, and all of Boreas would tremble at their might. Thinking about them and the future brought her confidence that her work in this world would continue far beyond her life span. The Klein name would not be soon forgotten.

Her patrol wasn’t long, the rocks were smaller than their first territory, and much smaller than their eventual permanent home. This was her last walk here, a place steeped in memories. They would always hold a special place in her heart, up on the cliffs she said her vows to her husband, and when he was gone she had retreated to the caverns with her sparkler lover to find that she could recover from heartache. Deathbelle was a much different wolf from the one who retreated here at the volcano’s eruption.

Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a voice that was narly swept away by the wind. The darkness didn’t hide the pale woman very well, and her distress was obvious in the way her voice cracked. Deathbelle wasn’t a healer that often worked out of the kindness of her heart, but being as it was a hallowed night she would withhold any selfish desires. Delicate paws shifted her direction and the flower adorned Empress padded closer to the stranger.

”This place has been my home for the last half a year.” She answered softly as her ivory splashed form came to a halt in front of the dehydrated woman. Lilac eyes looked her over, she didn’t seem to be a desert dweller, was she lost? ”Do you seek aid?” She questioned more coarsely than the average healer.

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