There was silence around here as Bellay padded by the familiar stoney structure known as the wall. Her green eyes were downcast, thoughtful, and with each step she took she questioned what it was that had brought her this far. The woman furrowed her brow and let out a soft sigh. It had been a bloodied path, one that had taken her years to overcome. Now she had but one thing left to conquer: herself.

Bells paused, gaze overlooking the landscape beyond a crumbled part in the wall. She was alone, well, that wasn't true. Whiskers and Ears had stuck with her during all this time. Bells was grateful… but she found herself longing more and more for the company of her own kind. Perhaps if she returned to the lands where Acere's pack once stood she might run into someone.

Or…. Maybe she'd get lucky and run into someone out here. Her ears flattened against her skull and Bells decided to tilt her head back to howl to the heavens. Maybe, just maybe someone might answer.

“Oh, you are a loud one!” Aster chirped. The blue jay ruffled her feathers from her perch on a craggy spot on the wall. She was reasonably sure the wolf and two beasties couldn’t attack her from here, but she readied herself to fly away.

“Lucky for you, insects and seeds don’t care about noise too much, so it’s no annoyance to me. Though who knows what other wolves could’ve heard you—oh, wait, that was your goal, right? I’m an idiot.” Aster chirped to herself and shook out her head. “Actually, no, don’t misunderstand me—am I speaking this language right?—my name is Aster! My name is definitely not an idiot, and if it was then I would’ve changed it the day I flew out of my parents’ nest!”

After all that, she huffed the remaining air from her tiny lungs and peered down, as if surprised the stranger was still there. “Hello! What is your name?”