Banshee grumbled as she watched her father saunter away from her den. Hannibal instructed the babe to go and pay a visit to Belle and tell her congratulations. Why did she need to say congratulations? Belle got pregnant willingly and pushed out whelps from between her legs just as every other fae did. Mothers were cruel beings in Ban's mind due to the absence of her own. Thus, she really didn't think much of the whole birthing thing. It was a safe birthing due to being in a pack, good weather, and plenty of help. Its not like Death did anything magnificent.. The grumbling pup moved her way from her den towards the Ravine. She had made a point to steer clear from the 'palace' since the formation of the pack. Banshee was aware that was where her father slept and lived. But, she preferred to remained as far away as possible and have him come to her. Thus, as she climbed down and laid eyes upon the entrance was she couldn't help but to scoff. - After a moment of hesitation the growing babe pushed through the curtains and called forth softly for her aunt. "Death..?" ""

Deathbelle hadn’t much left the den since birth, not that she had any desire to do so as she nursed her healthy newborns. They seemed to get bigger every day, and though she was excited to see them grow and become the impressive wolves they were meant to be, she wanted them to stay curled up next to her forever. She curled around them tightly and nuzzled into their chubby, soft, milk scented bodies. Belle hadn’t expected this particular visitor who called out to her.

Perking from her obsession Belle reached her neck over to nose past the curtain between her private room and the main chamber. ”Ban.” She greeted her niece warmly and invited her inside. ”I’m so glad you came, are you ready to meet your cousins?” Her words were soft and sweet as she tried to keep from waking the sleeping babies.

As Banshee peeked her head into the room the scent of milk, musk, and herbs filled her nose. Baby blue eyes were narrowed as she strained to see into the dark chambers. Slowly the girl pressed in further as Belle spoke up. With the invitation inside Banshee moved slowly towards the mass of life. She took in the sight of her aunt nursing the new pups and couldn't help be to struck with a tiny pang of joy. There was something about newborn pups that brought forth a flutter within her heart. They were so pure and new. There were no annoying words coming from them or threats. Merely simple mews and cries for more milk and love. Though, of course angsty Banshee would never admit such a feeling. After a few strides the growing pup stopped about two tail lengths away to provide ample space between them. She didn't want to scare any of the pups or intrude on anything. Banshee raised her head as those fierce Klein eyes settled upon Belle's own violet optics. "What are their names?" She was always fascinated by the idea of naming pups. One day she hoped to have the chance to do such a thing. Naming a pup was a way of setting them up for victory. A creative and fun way to make a true imprint onto the world. ""

Deathbelle couldn’t tell if Banshee was hesitant only because her eyes were adjusting to the darkness or some deeper meaning beneath. She had been obviously upset at the birthing lesson, and this was the first time she thought that she’d seen her within the den. The new mother didn’t miss the glimpse of a look in Banshee’s eye, though she didn’t say it her auntie knew she could appreciate the newborns.

”You can come closer, and say hello.” Belle prompted softly as she uncurled slightly. Little fat puppy bellies and chubby legs spilled out and little mewls of protest were heard as she did so. ”Venom, Toxicity, Plague, Pestilence, and Calamity.” Deathbelle told her nieces softly as she nosed each pup in turn. ”All of them are girls but Plague.” She was proud of her little brood, they were all perfect.

With light and slightly hesitant pad falls the older pup moved closer to the brood. Baby blue optics fell upon the much clearer sight of the five pups. With prompting from Belle the babe slowly sat so she could look over the lot of them while still keeping half a tail length of distance. There was no reason for her to get too close. She didn't want any puppy spit up on her paws or for any of them to begin wailing due to her lurking presence. As Belle spoke their name Banshee couldn't help but to raise a brow. All of the names had a distinct evil undertone. Similar to her own name and Recluse's. Perhaps it would become a running theme with the Kleins more so then it already was. Deathbelle's name was pretty dark sounding as well. "Such strong names for such little.. things." The babe couldn't help but to squint slightly. "They will make good Princesses and.. Prince." ""

She didn’t miss that Banshee kept a healthy distance between herself and the fluffy puppies. She raised a brow to their names but as her niece spoke she seemed to praise their names well enough. It was Belle’s turn to lift her brows, ”They’re little now, but they will not remain this way for long.” She made sure Ban knew. Her niece was almost a yearling, she was very close to her adult height and it was impressive. Likely her own litter would challenge her height as Archon did.

Deathbelle chuckled lightly at her niece, but it was good natured. She really seemed like she was trying. ”They will be, especially with a great cousin like you to help teach them, Banshee.” She offered confidently as she beamed down at Hannibal’s daughter.

Banshee took in the warm tones of her aunt. It was an internal battle between remaining annoyed or to let go and feel joy. She hadn't allowed herself to smile while being within Ashen. Of course she wouldn't ever want to be anywhere but with her family. She had enough time away from them previously. But, with everything that had happened she felt just so alone. The only Wolf that made her feel happy was Iroh, but he was pretty far away. The blue eyed babe watched as the pups squirmed and let forth tiny noises of need. "They won't need me." Banshee looked up to Belle with wide eyes, "No one needs me." Her voice was almost empty as she spoke in a matter of fact way. There was no emotion lingering upon her facial features as Banshee shrugged and flicked her gaze back down towards the pups. "Maybe once I learn more about healing and fighting I will be useful." That was her primary focus. Banshee felt worthless in the midst of adults who seemed to have everything worked out. ""

”Banshee, that’s not true.” She told her niece, her eyes shifting so she could focus on her bright blue eyes. Mismatched ears fell to her head as she aimed to lean forward and nuzzle her beloved niece. Her brother had many more children on the way, and though she knew he didn’t forget her, it was easy with everything happening for Ban to feel that way. The Empress herself was guilty as well, she wished she had more time to spend with the girl.

”I need you, we all need you. And not because of your skills to come.” Deathbelle told her niece truthfully. ”I know you’ll be an excellent healer and a skilled fighter.” Her blood wouldn’t have it any other way. Banshee would certainly be a talented young woman, she had the drive, she just needed the confidence and purpose. ”Would you like a test to prove your skill? Not to me, necessarily, but to yourself?” Belle asked softly, hoping she might boost her niece’s confidence and maybe gauge how close she was to leaving apprenticeship.