such a nice day, isn't it?

The petite female frowned at the stranger's clear amusement at her jumpiness, unable to contain an eyeroll. Ha-ha, good one. She thought, some of her initial apprehension fading as she realized she wasn’t about to be attacked out-right.

Still, the dark she-wolf’s languid tone did little to ease Bellamy’s tension; the wolf’s demeanor was relaxed, but somehow reminded Belle of a cobra lazily eyeing off its next strike. She couldn’t deny that the stranger’s condescending tone and somewhat judgmental gaze agitated her a little, making her chocolate-tipped tail brush with irritation.

“Not in a fighting mood?”Bellamy repeated with sarcasm lacing her voice and brows raised, still regarding the warrior-esque she-wolf warily. “Good. I doubt you’d stand a chance against me, anyway.” The small female said dryly, though she made a point not to divert her gaze too far away from the she-wolf in case she made any sudden moves to disprove her point.

“I’m Bellamy.” She offered, sitting back down into the soft grass and folding her tail around her paws in a contrived show of nonchalance. Her still-tense shoulders betrayed that Belle was still ready to belt out of the forest at warp speed if the she-wolf tried anything; she didn’t particularly feel like ending her ex-relaxing day by being ripped to shreds.

She tilted her head slightly at the she-wolf, hazel-green eyes echoing wisps of curiosity behind her otherwise prickly demeanor. She had to admit, despite the female’s intimidating appearance, there had to be some stories behind the scars. “So, what’s your deal? You stick around here often?” Her tone wasn’t without humour, although she clearly wasn’t particularly thrilled about having been snuck up on, irritated at herself especially for letting her guard down so much.