Lookie Here.

Deathbelle relaxed on the beach, her body relaxing but her mind never did. She was thinking eagerly about her next trip with Hannibal, but her yearling children were also on her mind. Her den had been empty for too long, and she was eager to try and fill it with young lives again. There was one wolf she had yet to vocalize her desire to, the one who mattered and would father them. These thoughts swirled in her mind as the sun warmed her fur in solitude. Lilac eyes were closed as the sound of disturbed sand made her peek open an eye.

The young Aslatiel, the girl she had bestowed her name. Deathbelle’s grin widened as she was greeted by the little hunter. She couldn’t help but feel pride in the girl’s skill, she was the obvious killer of the bird. ”Hello, Niece Aslatiel.” She chuckled as she crossed her paws and looked up at the little pup. ”What are you out doing?” She asked curiously, noting she was alone.