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Soon a strong scent of flowers filled the air while being accompanied by light pad falls. Plague turned his head to witness the approach of his mother and Empress, Deathbelle. His breathing had slowed from his exercise as his sharp green eyes studied her form. He stopped his pacing as she moved closer to silently welcome her closeness. Mother had been the only Wolf he truly allowed to express affection towards him. Plague did not enjoy physical contact with really anyone but he had a soft spot for Deathbelle. Venom had also been weaseling her way into his good books but it was a slow build.

As she stopped Plague stepped forward in attempt to nuzzle into the dame's scruff. It was a brief expression of his love for he moved away after only a few moments. Green eyes aimed to connect with her own purple pools. His facial features were void of any expression. Plague was growing to be a very closed book, locked and sealed. The large adolescent moved to take a seat at the water's edge and gestured towards the spot next to him for his mother.

As she would have sat or perhaps chosen to stand, he didn't care either way, deepening vocals would leave his jaws with a distinct lack of inflection. "Is Hannibal your mate?" Straight and to the point. The scent of his uncle had been clear upon the ends of her delicate fur. Venom had also noticed the amount of time that their mother and Hannibal had been spending with one another. Plague did not care that Deathbelle had moved on from his dead Father but he did care for her well being. He desired to only make it clear that he would aim to protect her and was aware of her affairs. If she ever needed help or felt uncomfortable Plague would step in without a second thought.