Feed Into The Mayhem

She had remembered her family.

The names of her sisters… their faces… and their horrid ends.

She remembered her parents, how they had fought valiantly to keep Bridget and herself from being taken… The memories caused Bellamy to feel sick to her stomach. She had, as a result, withdrawn for a while, just herself, Whiskers, and Ears while she processed her grief. Bells knew Acere wasn’t happy with the members of his pack for shirking their duties… and she had started to question if she was really so different from them after all. She thought of what he told her about the reason for needing to raid… and Bellamy had come to a decision.

She was going to help Winterfell.

Bellamy had told herself, over and over, that it was the right thing to do. Acere’s healer, Drifa, had helped her… and now was the time to start working towards doing what was needed to repay that. Any other alpha, as she was told repeatedly, would have sought retribution for trespassing rather than offering a place in their home and understanding. Bells swore she wasn’t going to let that kindness be taken for granted.

So when Acere’s call rose the female got to her paws, nudged her companions, and declared her intentions to them.

Whiskers was proud, beaming with motherly pride as she followed after the she-wolf. It was the season of her heat too which had Bellamy a bit on edge. She was hoping to use the spars to relieve stress in all forms. She didn’t want to continue to let her mind race, to drive her mad, and thus she planned to pour time into honing her claws and fangs for a cause that, in the long run, could aid her own ideals.

She arrived, Ears smirking on one side, Whiskers giving a nod and smile to Acere on the other, and Bells remained on the outskirts of the group. She didn’t sit, ready to begin, as she looked to Acere. “If Winterfell to prep for the raid… I request to fight your most experienced fighter, Acere. Unless you’d prefer to do a… melee of sorts?” Bellamy’s words held a fiery passion within; it was clear fighting was far easier on the femme than casual conversations.

“Gotta make it look good, against an ally of Winterfell or not, right?” Ears was grinning as he cut in.

Bells waited, making sure the Devil was done before speaking again.

“I’ve decided I’m going to aid the pack’s cause. You’ve been patient with me… kind…  and I’m going to return the favor.” She glanced at Whiskers who gave an approving nod.

It felt odd, saying those words, and speaking civilly to boot, but Bellamy found it didn’t hurt.

In fact? It felt kind of nice.