Not quite a mountain goat

[[thicc post incoming!! aah]]

Bellamy gingerly pushed herself into a sitting position after the healing announced she was finished, paws tentative against the rock and a wince crossing her features at her stiff movements. She nodded dutifully as the she-wolf administered instructions about how she shouldn't move and about the herbs she could apply to her wounds, eyes considering her movements carefully.

"I'll want to change the bandage on the shoulder tomorrow."
As it dawned on her that this wolf was going to be sticking around to help her, the seriousness of her situation suddenly struck her; the initial shock of her injury had faded, and now she was left stumped at what she’d do during the recuperation process. She craned her neck, looking at her newly bound and clean wounds appreciatively.

“Thank you for all of this, Riva, really,” She earnestly said, meeting the she-wolf’s light gaze, at loss to what else she could do to show her gratitude; her carelessness had wasted this wolf’s time and resources, not to mention the fact that her pack would likely be missing her presence. Not only had she stopped her from eating poison, without any help she’d have likely been in a grave situation in the first place. “I seriously owe you. I’ll have to find a way to pay you back sometime.” She said definitively to the healer, the girl trying to smother down the creeping feeling of guilt tugging at her mind. Not that that her offer was worth much at this point; it wasn’t like Bellamy had much to give, but she felt that it was the right thing to say.

Belle glanced to the lioness, tilting her head at her response. "You're in a wolf pack?" She said, clearly a little surprised. Who was she to judge? "Well, thank you for... helping me." She said with a small wry smile, her voice a little sarcastic but overall good natured. Feeling that her tone had been a little ungrateful, she quickly clarified, "Really, thank you for getting me out. And not leaving me for dead."

“Do you have a home? Someone to look after you?”
Bellamy considered the lioness's question for a few moments. She looked a little at loss, staring at the rock thoughtfully; her family was god-knows-where, she’d have little chance of locating them, especially in her current state. “Nah, I’m unfortunately a drifter.” She responded with a short laugh, paused, then quickly added, “Which I’m fine with, of course, I left my family to travel.” Was the lioness leading onto an offer to stay with her and her pack-wolves? She certainly wasn't ready to settle with her travels, but maybe a little companionship wouldn’t be the worst in her current state… She gave an unsure smile and a small shrug at the lioness’s implied (as far as she could tell) offer, wincing as her wounds made themselves known; she couldn’t deny that the idea of being around a pack again made her a little uncomfortable, even for the short-term.

Avoiding the idea for now, Bellamy pushed her small frame unsteadily onto her paws with a quiet groan, legs shaking a little. She sucked in a breath as she tested each leg, trying her best not to disturb her wounds too much, or their dressings.

Belle cleared her throat, a late afternoon breeze ruffling her coat. “I guess I-uhh… it’d be best if we found somewhere to hole up for the coming night?” She announced as she looked between the two, a little uncertain, although she herself had come across quite a few caves and shelters along the twisting mountain paths. Her statement had been directed at both the lioness and the healer; the latter had made it clear she was going to stay, though she wasn’t sure whether the former was planning on sticking around for the night. Hazel-green eyes scanned the surrounding landscape, trying to trace out an easy path that she could possibly hobble along, preferably sans-brambles. How she was even going to get off this rock was beyond her. “I dunno. If we’re gonna be stuck bunking on this mountain we may as well be comfy. What do you think?” She conferred with the young healer, a tentative smile crossing her maw.