These are the words that will take us home

*Gavroche*

It was time.

With a last goodbye to their daughter and Bae-Syl before they set off, leaving their little one some herbs from Gavroche’s dwindled stash. The winged male looked forward to whatever awaited them in the north. He knew that joining a pack was important for Bellamy and himself but that didn’t make it any less nerve-racking to be going to stand before an alpha and be judged whether or not you would be welcomed into their pack. While he was sure they both had skills to bring to the table he knew there were other wolves out there who could do the same things they could, if not more… It had him a little on edge, truthfully, but he was making sure that it didn’t get the better of him.

Bellamy carried his bag, as per usual, and James rode atop his back between his wings while Jessie latched onto his ear. It was overcast, thankfully, so every so often Jessie would start awake and peer out at where they were. The north was colder, so he was a little worried for her smaller form, but so far she seemed to be holding up alright. Bellamy too had been doing better. He had made sure to collect a good amount of lavender and poppy for her, in fact, they made up a good portion of what was left in his bag, if not most of what remained.

The winds had been picking up, however, as they grew closer and closer to the borders of Gale Gorge. The winged male glanced up at Bellamy, fur ruffled up to help keep shield him, and spoke gently to his mate. “We must be getting pretty close, right? I’m pretty sure I can make out scent borders.” Bellamy had said the pack was up and coming, but it’d make sense for them to start worrying about such things if they were preparing to become official. He was admittedly a little excited too. This was going to be a new beginning for himself and his mate. No more worries from the Kedieo Empire, no more worrying about their lives going upside down.

He swore to himself, no matter what came of meeting Sirius, this Warlord, this was their new beginning. He slowed to a step, nodding to his partner. “Lets call for, Wren was it? Here.” His expression softened as he looked into Bellamy’s eyes. Then, tilting his head back, his song rose to the heavens for the brunette woman, the alpha-to-be of a pack, with the hope Bellamy’s voice would soon join it.

"Speech" 'Thought.'

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These are the words that will take us home

Bellamy, Wren

Gavroche