Right from the frying pan

Bellamy · 07-24-2022, 06:28 PM

A snarl ripped from Bellamy as she rounded on Ears, snapping at him. The Tasmanian Devil darted away, both satisfied and not sure what to make of what was going on. Bellamy was in an episode and without Gavroche there he wasn’t sure how this would turn out. Like Whiskers he didn’t want to see a fight, let alone a dead body, but Bellamy had struck the youth first. If he chose to stand and fight the Devil couldn’t blame him. To a stranger her words wouldn’t make sense though both companions had gathered that she caught Lucette’s scent on the stranger. They could smell it too; but trying to help Bellamy how they could now was most important thing to either of the smaller animals.

Bellamy was struggling within herself. Her mind was whirling, convincing itself of the fact that this rainbow-marked youth was a slaver, that her daughter was in danger, and she needed to get through him to get to her daughter. If they only knew that, in the end, they were fighting for the safety of the same wolf.

Whiskers saw the boy readying himself and let loose a sigh. Of course, they had to meet someone as bull-headed as Bellamy was. “Bells!” She shouted the woman’s name, hoping to catch her attention back to the younger wolf.

Bellamy spun, just in time to see the boy running towards her. She snarled, bracing herself for his impact. The younger wolf slammed bodily into her and Bellamy snorted, parting her fangs as he caused her to stagger a step. “Is that the best you’ve got, you little shit?” Her eyes were narrowed and her voice, a shriek a moment ago, was now calm and icy cold. She had survived being tossed by a bear… he was going to have to try harder than leaving her mere bruising.

Bellamy bristled, fixing the boy with her gaze as she widened her stance. “Come on then, make things interesting! I’ll break every bone in your body and make sure my daughter is safe from the likes of you!” Her voice became louder again, spittle flying from her lips. If he had the balls then let him fight.

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Right from the frying pan

Beau

Bellamy