A ghost from the past

When Deathbelle couldn’t be with Magnus she was out collecting plants and herbs for the winter stores Habari would need. Unless they wanted to travel an inordinate distance keeping dried specimens was their best option. She especially wanted to make sure she had any toxic materials that Recluse might want on paw. That’s why she was out here in the middle of nowhere.

As she moved along it wouldn’t be long before the sound of pawsteps reached her. Curious she looked up and swiveled mismatched ears towards the sound. She could clearly make out Mortis, but the second wolf was completely unknown. He was obviously on her trail so Deathbelle turned to meet up with her young, if not giant, nephew.

”Hello, Mort.” She chuckled warmly as she winced at his nose, but leaned into his affection. Still unable to rid herself of the thought of what if he had been her son. ”Hello, Astraea.” Deathbelle continued with a polite nod as the girl greeted her in return. ”I always have a moment for you, Mortis. What can I do for you?”