The long road

Magnus was making it out of the den again, he was out of the woods and very nearly fully healed. Deathbelle felt like she could breathe a little bit easier now. She stretched her languid form as the evening began to set on. The den was nice and tidy thanks to Seven, who was still in need of a better name, and she was in a decent mood. Happiness was a state of mind you chose, and it had been hard to accept that for a long time. There was much in her life that she might change were she given the option, but for now she could admit she was content. Changes would happen soon, but for now it was like a calm before the storm.

A familiar voice that hadn’t greeted her upon waking in a very long time sounded outside her quarters and for a moment she was so very tempted to invite him inside. Doing so was only inviting trouble so the Empress pushed herself to her paws and shook out her ivory splashed coat. ”Coming,” she said softly as she fixed her appearance and slipped gracefully from the skin door to greet her warlord.

”Hello, Sirius.” She said warmly, offering a respectful kiss on his cheek before sweeping towards the hearth to heat water for tea. ”Can I offer you a drink?” She asked before gesturing for him to sit on one of the piles of furs surrounding the fire.