caligraphy

The sun was rising, Deathbelle made her way back to the palace after one of her first nights mostly out doing work in the Empire. Usually she would make short trips from the den, but now that the pups were allowed to wander the island she left them ‘alone’ for longer. There was always a pair of eyes on the young puppies, but giving them the freedom they craved was a reward. For now the arrangement would remain, she hoped they didn’t press their boundaries too hard.

She was tired when she finally pushed past the entrance of the palace and made her way back to the private chambers out of habit. By now Deadra had likely prepared herself for Deathbelle’s very much needed paw massage. Hopefully the puppies were making their way back to the den as well.