Give it your best

Fighting… it was one of the few things that had made sense for as long as Bellamy remembered. For the female fighting was survival… and today Whiskers walked alongside her. The badger was happy Bells was working to interact in a more positive nature with others of her own kind. The badger was proud of the female for that. It even seemed like Bells was calming down just a little… though her reckless behavior was still a thing. The badger understood why Bellamy wanted to continue working on her fighting skills though… and honestly it wasn’t unreasonable. She had killed the empress of the Kedieo family… she was wanted. Sooner or later someone would come. It wasn’t exactly a crime that would be ignored.

Blood stained earth was beneath their paws and Bellamy was shivering with excitement. This was the place of her element. The woman found fighting came naturally… did that have something to do with her father’s blood running in her veins? He was a forgemaster after all… had he lived… would he have made her weapons? Armor?

That made her wonder about the man she had run into during that nightly storm… he had mentioned having those skills too. She had given an oath that they'd meet again, that much she remembered, but bits of that night were foggy. Still… she had woken up after the storm relaxed at least. Calm…

Bells approached a stranger and dipped her head. "Looking for a fight I hope. You against Whiskers joining us?" She did her best to be kindly at least, even if her tone was a bit rough around the edges. She'd wait, see if her companion was welcome to the fight, before seeing who would make the first move.