Learning curve

Bellamy couldn’t help but let a small half-smile twist on her maw as he chuckled at her joke, always satisfied to make others laugh. “He helps me hunt, and he’s my eye in the sky.” “Psh, I could use one of those,” The young she-wolf said as the watched the bird, brow furrowed with a mixture of slight disbelief and intrigue. Her hazel-green eyes tracked the osprey’s motion, jaw opening ever-so-slightly as it circled the river then shot down towards the water like a feathery bullet and triumphantly emerged with a fish grasped in its talons. “Woah!” Belle exclaimed, both impressed at and jealous of its prowess; she would not like to see the end of those claws. She rolled her eyes as it dumped the fish on the ground unceremoniously and smugly landed on its owners shoulder, as if taunting her for her inadequate fishing skills. “Show off.” Bellamy snorted at the wolf’s comment, nodding in agreement as she eyed off the fish, mouth watering at the thought of the tender, fresh meat. The female was hungry, but she wasn’t about to snatch someone else’s kill; besides, she still wanted to catch her own meal. Belle had already put enough effort in; anyway, she couldn’t stand being shown up by a bird.

Still, Belle was curious about this individual. She couldn’t help but notice that the wolf’s scent was intertwined with others’ signalling that he was likely not a loner. While she wasenjoying her travels, she did enjoy hearing about others’ pack lives; the gossip, the drama, the intrigue. “You’re a pack wolf, right? Are you all bird-wielding weirdos?” She asked in a teasing, light-hearted tone, plopping her butt down and swirling her river-side paw in the water absentmindedly as she awaited his answer. Belle found it hard to sit still for too long, always finding something to keep her occupied.