I Wish, I Wish...

Curiously Deathbelle made her way to the sound of Iolaire’s call with her own small sacrifice. Through her pups teething experience she only managed to retain one tiny tooth. She thought it was from Plague but couldn’t be completely certain it wasn’t Venom’s. She brought it along in a tiny leather pouch. Her delicate paws were silent as she approached the small gathering. Iolaire prepared everything beautifully and as Deathbelle took in her firelit form she was reminded again of the connection they shared.

She smiled softly at the dainty healer as she spied Roan. With a quirked brow Deathbelle settled back onto her haunches and quietly waited.