We are who we are

Voodoo and Sorcerer followed behind her dutifully, Belle’s attention was half on her young children as they navigated the side of the mountain. She nudged them encouragingly as they climbed and nuzzled them softly as the three of them got comfortable beside their alpha. Both pups greeted Recluse with enthusiasm and Deathbelle tried to smile at their exuberance. Their innocence helped to keep her mind and heart clear despite the sorrow that always settled as a dark cloud above her.

Her children definitely stole the spotlight, as they should. She adored her children, and even if she was raising them in a way she never wanted to they kept her alive. They were her purpose in a life that only wanted to tear her down. Recluse’s attention did return to her after she’d greeted the young pups. There was much that Deathbelle didn’t like to talk about in front of them, their father mostly and the state of their third sibling.

”They’re growing like weeds.” She chuckled almost amusedly, but the emotion didn’t quite make it believable. ”I’m alright.” Belle clarified quietly. She didn’t hide the hollow emotions within, she knew they weren’t good for her children but she didn’t feel like she could overcome them either. She hurt, maybe more than ever, but her focus was on her two young children. They deserved all of her attention despite how broken she felt.