tiny paw prints

His little charge was laughing in no time, and Mort had a smile on his own maw, even when presented with the Empress of his father. He nodded his head vigorously at her when she repeated his words back to him. He didn’t actually know what he was going to teach Siren. Maybe how to laugh for starters, and if that was the first lesson, it seemed to be going rather well.

Deathbelle didn’t react to his kiss against her cheek, and he fell back on his hunches, waiting for her verdict. He already put on all the charm he knew, and just had to see which way she turned.

When he gave permission - but only if his father agreed, he bit back a groan. Would Sirius think this would interfere with his heir training? Maybe Sirius didn’t really need to know. What if he asked Zee, instead. “Thank you Empress Deathbelle” he said, chewing over his thoughts.