Toils and trails

Deathbelle missed Magnus, but that didn’t mean she wanted him here. He didn’t even deserve to be in their lives now. Maybe he was dead, Deathbelle might never know. She did her absolute best, but there was no substitute for having a father. She raised one littler with Archon, and maybe her first litter really was her greatest accomplishment. Her children with Hannibal were broken and scattered, partly because of Hannibal leaving and then her own weakness that showed through when he left. Maybe if she had been there more for them… She tried not to think about her failures with her second litter. The only thing she could do was to do better for her sweet children from Magnus.

Voodoo mentioned having a ‘big boy’ howl and Belle chuckled softly. ”I am very proud of your big girl howl.” She praised the girl and kissed her forehead. ”Do you want to play, or would you like a lesson?” Belle questioned her gently, tilting her head questioningly. Play and training could be one in the same though. ”Maybe a fun spar?” She grinned further, despite how deep the hole in her chest was she still could feel the joy her children brought. They were the reason she still remained here instead of giving up, because they were worth it.