One is a lonely number

There was silence around here as Bellay padded by the familiar stoney structure known as the wall. Her green eyes were downcast, thoughtful, and with each step she took she questioned what it was that had brought her this far. The woman furrowed her brow and let out a soft sigh. It had been a bloodied path, one that had taken her years to overcome. Now she had but one thing left to conquer: herself.

Bells paused, gaze overlooking the landscape beyond a crumbled part in the wall. She was alone, well, that wasn't true. Whiskers and Ears had stuck with her during all this time. Bells was grateful… but she found herself longing more and more for the company of her own kind. Perhaps if she returned to the lands where Acere's pack once stood she might run into someone.

Or…. Maybe she'd get lucky and run into someone out here. Her ears flattened against her skull and Bells decided to tilt her head back to howl to the heavens. Maybe, just maybe someone might answer.