when you count the days

She could honestly hardly comprehend how much her life changed over the years. Deathbelle was a completely different wolf today than she was last year or two years before that. She tried not to get too lost in her memories, because they often brought up awful emotions that she worked hard to bury. Vast valleys and mountains ruled her life, the highest highs and lowest lows. Much gained and more lost.

Belle tried to smile as Eraithus gave her his full attention. She wanted to be polite, and he was a distraction to keep from thinking too deeply. A flaw she hadn’t relinquished. ”It’s not a bad feeling, sometimes it hurts as my body adjusts. It is miraculous though.” Her own gaze turned to her belly, uncertain about the litter within. ”You’re very sweet to offer,” she told him softly as her delicate aws carried her through the snow. ”It’s impolite to eat in front of someone, I could only accept if you’d join me.” She knew his rank, but didn’t care, she would still enjoy a meal with him.