When the Hammer Falls

What could have been a chance to learn about the pack, how things worked here in Boreas, was spoiled immediately by the male taking offense. His glare and sour attitude immediately brought back those familiar feelings and memories of when the soldiers spoke to her. Bells shifted, lips peeling back as her eyes narrowed into slits as a low rumble began to burble in her chest. “Don’t you fucking dare assume shit about me! I don’t even know you, how in the hell would I have a problem with you? Or do you have a problem with wolves trying to figure things out about those who live in these lands?!” Her words were a hiss, lower in volume but no doubt some others further into the gathering had heard her speak, if not some may have noticed her shifted demeanor as anger and hostility found their way to the forefront of her emotions.

She rose, tail lashing back and forth like an angry feline as Acere went on to speak. Maybe he didn’t notice what was going on at the outskirts just yet, too focused on getting information to the pack, but Bells was less than pleased. Whiskers had moved in front of her companion, giving a warning growl at the young wolfess. “Don’t you dare... You are already in enough trouble…” The badger attempted to remind her. Not that it would do much good. When Bellamy felt threatened enough to react with anger a fight wasn’t likely far behind. Her fear of being weak, of being taken advantage of, often drove the woman to make foolish decisions. All the badger could do was try to help her best she could, to ensure the idiot didn’t get hurt too badly.

“Lay off, will you? She’s not from Boreas and everyone here is different. Let’s NOT have this escalate.” The badger turned her attention to Kai hoping to somehow, someway, diffuse this situation.

Ears however had moved to stand beside Bells and was bristled as well. The Devil was ready to lunge if the wolf beside him did to aid her. He wouldn’t think twice.

Bellamy hadn’t moved yet but her body was ready. Every muscle screamed at her to lunge, to draw blood. Her jaws were slightly parted, narrowed eyes glinting with hatred that had been rooted deeply in her for creatures that spoke with his sort of tongue. Her ears laid back flat and her claws bit the soil as her body instinctively took on a defensive fighting prep position. Her fur was on edge, raised all along her body as a deeper, louder, more guttural growl passed her lips.

Consequences be damned if he wanted a fight he would have one.

She would not let anyone, male or female, speak to her as she once had been. She was no longer a slave and while she was not exactly well mannered, particularly with speech, she had not intended to provoke him. She would be damned if he assumed otherwise.