There's a rumble in the floor

His words were logical to a normal being… but to Bells… they were still so foreign. To have wolves with decency, wolves who cared… As if she mattered. Everyone before him, save for Whiskers and Ears, saw her as nothing more than a disposable weapon. Use it and if it got destroyed leave it behind. She wasn’t valued… she didn’t matter to anyone but herself. It had been that way since she was a kid… you either fought and survived or you were left behind to die. The world wasn’t kind… but.. Maybe it could be?

Bellamy was about to comment as he started to turn away. “Where --” Her gaze narrowed. Wait, what the fuck was this? It wasn’t exactly an order, but it didn’t please the woman. Follow him, really? Another crack of lightning stretching across the sky illuminated his form in front of her in the rain.

“You’ve got some fucking balls, don’t you?” Her voice dripped in annoyance as he glanced back at her. “I don’t care how many of those bastards come after me. Even if I go down I’m bringing some of those fuckers with me.” She scoffed. “I am not afraid to die.” Whisker’s ears echoed in her mind as she said that. Dying was counterproductive to her goals…

She flicked an ears and grumbled to herself as she started to move away from the cliff.

“You’re a dick.” She moved up next to him with glaring eyes.

“Let's go then… before I change my mind.