fleeting innocence

Deathbelle leaned back against Hannibal and willed his strength from him, she struggled more than she ever expected but his words were encouragements in her ears. They were nearly through and the rewards were worth it. Iolaire was right there beside her, a guiding light that the Empress used as her lifeline. She ignored the fog and focused on the very last bit. Discomfort obvious as she struggled to push her efforts eventually beared her fruit and the last of her children entered the world.

The difference in size between this tiny girl pup and her brothers was intense, and adding to the contrast her fur of ivory and cream. Deathbelle’s perceptions were lost and she didn’t notice her size or color, only the comforting feeling of her tiny form at her breast. ”Iolaire…” she pleaded softly, unable to even lift her head from where she lay it in rest at Hannibal’s paws.