Broken, Broken Bells

"We have met before not far from here...her life before coming here seemed rather harsh, and her knowledge of traditional packs is lacking to say the least." From what he learned, she had never known a gentle hand from anyone other than her companions. He was somewhat surprised when the badger emerged from the den, then again could he really claim he was surprised? He had an idea of Belle's temperament, the situations she was and wasn't used to gauging by what he'd learned of her up till now. He listened as the badger filled them in on what was going on with the agitated and obviously frightened she-wolf, and part of him felt bad for her. "If she decides to flee then she may, though I'd rather her not with that wound..." He murmured. He glanced at Drifa as she spoke up and then started pulling things out of her pack and explaining what she could use.

He watched her with intense curiosity, the remedies she said she could do and even the breathing exercise was something he hadn't known about until now. He would pay attention to what she said, and perhaps pass the knowledge on to those who might need it, and even for himself. After all, old dogs could still learn new tricks, right? But what got him most curious was the last one. She didn't say what it was, but for some reason it amused him. "Bellamy, we're not here to hurt you. If you want to leave then you are free to do so, after we get your leg bandaged up and before it gets infected. I promise we won't keep you here if that's not what you wish, you're a free wolf, not a prisoner." He felt his attempt at trying to reassure her might be in vain, but he could try, right?