dreams don't turn to dust

Deathbelle was invited in without hesitation however sleepy and soft the voice sounded. With no hesitation the Empress slipped through the fur door to greet her sweet friend. The sight of her, despite the weariness, brought a smile to Deathbelle’s dark lips. Without asking she moved toward Iolaire’s fur bed. Without a word the woman settled in beside the dainty she wolf and wrapped her up in her arms. Too much time had passed since she’d held tightly to her dear friend. The one to mend her broken heart and steal it in the same motion. Belle buried her features in Io’s soft fur and breathed her in slowly. ”I missed you.” She tried not to sound too needy, but all she’d been craving was a good snuggle with her. ”I’m glad you’re home safe.”