He made his way back towards the island as night began to fall. It had been a successful day. Meeting a stranger, helping her harvest honey, and getting some ideas of a present. He combined some of her ideas together. Hunting a sheep with a nice thick coat, and rubbing lavender into the fur. A coat, and a good scent, with a little bunch of purple flowers tucked behind his ear to hand to her.

She would likely be waking shortly, and he had saved the mutton for her breakfast. He shook the water from his coat, and dropped the meat outside the den. The gift-coat thrown about his shoulders as he chuffed softly for the Empress.

Deathbelle felt refreshed waking up in his arms for the past few days, she felt wanted and safe. She didn’t have to hold back with Lament and she wasn’t going to. As the evening began to fall she blinked open her violet eyes to find herself alone. She took in a deep breath and lifted herself from the cozy den to stretch her legs. She had only just got to her feet when she heard Lament’s soft call. A smile formed on her features as she slipped from the entrance, greeted with his sweet smile along with breakfast, and what she assmued was breakfast’s fur. Deathbelle found her way to his side and offered an unabashed kiss to his cheek as she sat close to him and waited for his explenation.