Don't say you love me then turn around and drop me

The way Bellamy spoke about where she had come from and the kind of "leaders" that...well...led them not so well...he could tell she had nothing but hatred for them. And that was confirmed when she stated she hoped the mountains there burned them down, too. While it was a harsh statement and something he wouldn't wish on the lands again, he could understand where she was coming from. He hoped and hoped to the Gods above that someone or something would eradicate the mind-sick Praetors from the lands, and so far...there were two down. Elias by his own teeth, along with the alpha that led them many years ago.

He understood all too well her thoughts on such beings...they didn't deserve to live. To decide who lived and who died. To sacrifice others for their own gains. If he didn't know any better, he would've thought she had come from his birth pack. While they had their comparisons, where he came from was nothing more than Hell. Likewise, it sounded like she had come from such a place, too...

She explained she didn't know much about how the lands here worked, and he could understand that, obviously, when she had lived so differently. “...do you uh… maybe want to walk with me?” A brow quirked up at her request, a small smile touching his lips as he nodded. "It would be my pleasure, Ms. Bellamy." He countered gently. He would let her lead the way, though just in case she was still hesitant, he started a slow walk to guide her in a random direction. "I know it's obvious that you're not from these parts and that your way of life was...different...so I'd like to welcome you to Boreas. Like anywhere, there are the decent folk and the bad ones, but rest assured, you have nothing to worry about when in the company of a Winterfell wolf."