tiny paw prints

Deathbelle was patrolling, a common occurrence these days. It was an easy past time and something to distract her from how much her children were growing. All except poor little Siren. The runt of her litter seemed to stop growing entirely, though she was sure she was growing just nowhere near as much as her brothers. The Empress worried about her tiny daughter, and wanted her to succeed but she was so tiny and vulnerable. She wasn’t sure where she would end up.

The sound of Mortis calling her was unusual but it wasn’t very urgent. The Empress was curious and made her way towards the boy on the island. When she saw them Belle was surprised, her tiny daughter was perched between his wings and the massive pup seemed comfortable with her miniscule weight. ”Siren, Mortis?” She questioned softly as she came up and stood before the boy.