tiny paw prints

Siren was grinning and having fun, an appearance Deathbelle wasn’t used to. The tiny child was so timid and afraid Belle hadn’t been sure if she even knew how to have fun. Seeing her with Mortis warmed her heart and gave her some hope that her daughter would eventually blossom into the Klein she knew she could be.

”Some stuff, huh?” She asked, being careful with her wording. Had he been an adult she would have more easily shown her disappointment and worry for her youngest daughter. She was easily bullied by her bigger siblings, not that she’d seen her argue with her older siblings but her brothers were not always nice. The girl was scared of even leaving the den, and she was already surprised to see her out here with the boy. ”I think I could allow that. As long as your Dad is alright with it too.” She added with a raised brow.