he's a tramp

Deathbelle was on her way back to the palace for a nap when the call rang out on her border. She was just thankful it happened before she fell asleep. Intrigued, the ivory splashed Empress made haste through the shrine to appear before the man. Thistle the short eared owl landed above them in one of the pale white trees as Belle looked the alpha over. There was a familiar scent upon him, one that tried very hard to bring her back to the day on the volcano.

”Greetings.” She offered politely, inadvertently keeping her voice low while she stood on the shrine’s soil. He was so familiar, but she was sure they hadn’t met. ”What’s brought you to Ashen’s border today?” Deathbelle asked as pale brows raised curiously.