Like slow disappearing

Losing her brother was one of the most difficult losses of her life, though any loss she felt further eroded the broken heart in her chest. She was left with bits and pieces of him, his children remained. Depression ate at the once great woman and it felt like everyday was a struggle to get through, she had to remind herself that she had to go on. There were young wolves who still needed her. Despite her broken bashed heart and weakened mental state Deathbelle had to go on. She had to dig deep and find strength that she didn’t know she had, all for the pups in her care.

Veigar was getting big, and Deathbelle loved him. Just as much as she adored his late father, who would never meet his incredible boy. She tried to instill a feeling of admiration in him, but it was so hard to connect with a wolf that you would never meet… Belle had to shake her head at that thought. Despair gripped her again as sorrow filled her. The once Empress grit her teeth and closed her eyes as she tried futility to shake the feeling from her insides.

Decorated paws carried her onward as she blinked away tears from her eyes and followed the boy through the redbud woods. This was one of the wettest Autumn seasons she had ever seen and keeping the den clean of mud was nearly impossible. ”Veigar,” she called out softly, ridding herself of any sign of the distress she felt deep inside. ”Are you having fun in the puddles?” She grinned at him as she approached slowly, her ivory tail wagging at her hips.