A bastard's lement

-set after pregnancy is common knowledge-

Deathbelle relaxed within the confines of the palace that evening, her body taking to the pregnancy slower than last time. Already she felt like she was much more energetic this time. She was also fostering a feeling that this litter would be much smaller than her first. Pregnancy suited the Empress, and she was thankful that her symptoms were negligible, she was much more comfortable. She tried not to bring too much meaning to it, her last pregnancy she had gotten huge. Her symptoms were difficult to deal with and she didn’t want to acknowledge that the pregnancy had foretold her troubles with her first brood. With the ease of this pregnancy she didn’t want to hope that these pups would be easier on her.

That didn’t mean she didn’t enjoy her relaxation time. Deadra kept the den clean and as Belle returned to her throne of plushed furs the tiny girl was quick to bring forth soaps and water to wash her Empress’s paws. Belle smiled contentedly when the slave girl spoke, ”Mistress, there’s someone at the door.” So engulfed in the relaxing massage she only barely registered Recluse’s subtle scent.

What Hannibal’s previous children thought about the new litter was one thing that frequently crossed her mind along with the reaction of her own offspring. She couldn’t guess how the young Klein would react. ”Recluse?” She asked warmly, inviting the yearling in.