Is there a hero somewhere, someone who will never walk away?

The kid was just so happy… The innocence, the smile… it stirred something within Bells she didn’t quite care for. Her head hurt, as if she started thinking to hard but couldn’t quite figure out what had her so puzzled. Her face scrunched up in confusion and she watched the smaller wolf. This feeling… why did she feel so sad? Yet… happy? It was weird and she didn’t like it. First it started with how Acere made her feel during their talk… and now this kid…

Well that soon made sense. This pup was Acere’s daughter. Standing on top of her body as if she was on a mountain. Honestly, had it not been for the kid’s size Bells would have taken offense to anyone crawling over her like that. The thought of being beneath someone, anyone, unsettled her. But maybe since this girl was a kid she’d be alright. She continued to stare, brow knit together, as she tried to place why this kid made her feel so damn weird.

“You’re… dad…” She spoke the words slowly, brokenly, still frowning. Whiskers watched her with a frown. Bells was acting bizarre… was it the fight maybe? Or something else?

She shook her head, as if trying to shake off the fog and moved to set her head on her uninjured leg. “You really uh… shouldn’t stand on others. Especially those you don’t know, you know? They might… I don’t know… gobble you up or something.” She flicked an ear. The feeling was getting worse.

“Well you’re not exactly gobbling her up~” There was Ears, typically little shit he was. Bellamy shot him a glare.

“Fuuu--nk off, Ears.” She caught herself, if barely, and shifted her body slightly. She was mindful of the kid on her back though. Shifting too much could cause her to lose her balance and fall.

“You should go find your dad.” Her voice was quiet. “Keep close to him.”