Right from the frying pan

Bellamy · 07-23-2022, 06:04 AM

OOC:: Warning, F-Bomb and angry, irrational, and possibly a bit crazy mother wolf ahead. Good luck Bae.

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Bellamy had risen early, taking a bit of time to rest with her mate before she set out to do some hunting alongside Ears and Whiskers. The dark-furred woman had noticed a herd straying closer to the orchard, perhaps lured by all the grass and the smell of fruit. The woman breathed out heavily, hoping that, for once, something might go right for the two of them. She knew he was still tired, and needed to sleep, so she left him in their den with Jessie and James. His smaller companions could keep him company if she ended up taking too long. It had been a bit since she’d actually bothered to hunt game this large.

She had managed to follow the scent trail up to a point and well, that was when a startled doe, frantically running for its life, darted past her… and then she heard the yelp. Instinct urged her to be cautious as she looked between Ears and Whiskers, her companions already on alert. Not all wolves were friendly, and while the owner of the voice sounded young, she wasn’t about to take any chances.

Bellamy crept forward, her gaze narrowed and her ears lowering flat against her head. She was downwind of the stranger, so while his scent was carried to her, he wouldn’t notice her unless she made her presence known. There was… an odd familiarity about the scent as she came closer… and just as she peered out past the treeline at the youth it hit her.

It wasn’t just a familiar scent.

It was Lucette’s scent.

It was her daughter.

Rational thinking went out the window.

For Bellamy, who hadn’t seen her little girl since before she became a yearling, her gaze filled with red. Who was this little shit and why wasn’t her daughter with him? Was… was he a slaver!? Was that why her daughter’s scent was all over him like some cheap harlot!?

Before even her companions had realized how quickly things spiraled Bellamy let loose a guttural snarl and stepped out from the treeline. If looks could kill… the rainbow-marked youth would have been dead several times over by now. Her jaws parted, and the angry bellow of an overprotective mother rose over the area.

“Where is she!?” Her gaze was fixed on the male, seeing him but not seeing the individual in the dirt. She didn’t wait for an answer as she broke into a run, aiming to smash herself into him.

“WHERE THE FUCK IS SHE!?””

For once Ears was stunned. He hadn’t pieced together what Bells was on about, while Whiskers on the other paw was hot on her heels. ”Bellamy wait!” Whatever happened to asking someone why they smelled some way like a normal wolf!?

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Right from the frying pan

Beau

Bellamy