Curtain Call

The wild woman had fallen ill. Whether by some cruel twist of fate, karma, or her own recklessness the woman had been denbound for quite some time… and it had terrified her.

Bellamy was used to fighting, fighting for her right to survive… and coming to Winterfell had turned all of that upside down and topsyturvy. She had been… nervous to change. Scared to try something outside of what she was used to. Just when it felt like she felt comfortable enough to really start to interact the raid happened… and then sickness…

Between a horrible hacking cough, a fever, and horrible nightmares Bellamy had been in quite a state. Her companions had opted to isolate her, getting what they could to help soothe her. They were not well practiced healers but the methods worked well enough… At least Bellamy was upright and standing by the time the call for a pack meeting came.

She was not one hundred percent, however. Her body was shivering, despite the air of summer, as she took steps towards the meeting site. On either side of the ragged looking female walked her companions.

Ears and Whiskers both looked worried. Ears were flicked back and gazes were shot towards the female as she stumbled a bit.

"Bells…" Whisker's voice was quiet.

Bellamy shook her head, glancing towards the badger with a frown. "It will be okay…" She promised. "I'm better than I was."

"But you are still weak." Ears grumbled. "If you aren't careful you'll get yourself killed."

Bellamy chose to ignore the comment, not wanting to admit the devil was right. Instead, reaching the edges farthest from Acere, she sat and looked upon him with a small breath.

What could this meeting be about?