What's one more disaster...?

M;; For the potty mouths of Bells and Ears.

The days in Winterfell came and went as Bellamy waited for her leg to heal back to proper strength. Days that, for the most part, she chose to hide away, save for the company of her companions, as she attempted to watch what was considered normal pack life here. If she was being honest she wasn’t quite sure what to make of them yet… these pack wolves. The level of care they seemed to have among their own groups… it reminded her of how she was with Ears and Whiskers.  The badger and devil were her family, or at least the only family she had now…

Being in a pack had stirred something in Bellamy. Parts of her long buried, bits of her past she tried to spress, would flash into her mind when she tried to rest. It made her sleeping sporadic at best as time went on. Whiskers, who already worried for the young wolf, grew more concerned. Even as her leg healed it seemed she was more troubled than before… she was quiet… and when Bells was quiet there was something truly bothering her.

Ears picked up on it too. His snarky comments had died down and he spent most of his time practically glued to Bellamy’s hip. She found herself more grateful for their presence than ever, especially when she woke up, never really sure if from just a memory or a nightmare in sweats and needing to be close to them.

She was remembering her parents…

...the littermates she should have had…

...and their deaths.

She couldn’t remember their names, not yet at least, but every time their faces flicked into her memory, even for a second, it made Bellamy feel cold as a sickness settled in her gut. The Kedieo Empire… Lyenne… wolves and a land damned three times over. It was their fault that her family had been stolen from her… and for what cause? A couple additional luxuries for a spoiled empress and her kin for the blood spilt? Hardly an even exchange.

She had slipped out of the den though not unnoticed for long. Ears was at her side within a few pawsteps away from it. He didn’t say anything but Bells could feel his smaller form quiver as he brushed against her foreleg.

“I’m fine…” Her words were weary though she tried to reassure him.

She hadn’t slept well the night prior.

“...maybe a nap though?” His words were quiet as she met his gaze.

Bellamy’s expression softened slightly and she gave him a light bap on the head. “No chance, asshole. Come on, you’re babysitting me today.” The she wolf turned from the den and began to pad through Winterfell lands.

“...and if Whiskers asks this was your idea.” Despite her being tired there was that certain tease to her tone that was familiar. A tone that let Ears know she was feeling like herself.

“Oh yeah? Fuck that! I’m not getting in trouble cause you’re being irresponsible!” A short pause. “. . . where we going anyway?”

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Before too long both wolf and devil found themselves where the S.S. Antiox had run aground so long ago. Bellamy stood, frozen, in awe of the vessel. The exterior reminded her of some of the things found deep in the mines near where she had been born. She furrowed her brow, flicked her ears back against her skull, and glared at the thing for a moment before she shifted uneasily. She didn’t like what she was feeling… as if another of those memories was trying to claw to the surface…

“We should go.” There was a hardness in her tone… yet Bells couldn’t seem to break her gaze from the vessel. She didn’t want to remember…

...and yet she craved to know what really happened…

...her family…

...why she was alone…

She knew the soldiers had killed her parents… but… what of her sisters?

She... she remembered faces now... flashes of smile... feelings of warmth...

...why weren't they here?