Kicking it into gear!

Deathbelle only really got by in her day to day because of the young wolves that reminded her what life was about. There was no ultimate goal of happiness or selfish intention. All the once Empress had to live for was whatever she could impart on the next generation. Her youngest were yearlings and becoming more than capable for themselves. Fortune, when she had once thought her lost was returned to her. Veigar, who had already been taken from far too many times in his young life, didn’t deserve to have to say farewell to her so soon as well. She wasn’t his mother or his father, but her heart beat for him. When life had taken all that was dear she clung to what remained.

Recluse forced the once proud Klein up the mountain. She still felt pain with every paw step laid here, and the memory of watching Archon fall tormented her as she forced herself to appear before her niece. Her features showed no emotion, she couldn’t stand the stares of pity when she showed anything but neutral features. The once reigning monarch was a shadow of her former self, but showed her loyalty with a dip of her ivory splashed features.