Are You My Mama?

Bellamy · 08-11-2022, 12:41 AM

OOC:: Clarifying this is on the edge of pack territory and right before Bells reunites with Gavroche. Abusing my ability to liquid thread here.

Bellamy knew she had to come back to the North. Bae-Syl had helped her get her head on right, though she had refused to let Lucy see her like this. At least the wound was clean, and she knew, once she found Gavroche, that the tiny winged man would fuss over the injury. But it seemed that Wren’s pack had moved… and worry gnawed at her. Where was Gav then? Was he looking for her? The woman was worried for him now, but at least she was able to walk a little better now. For the time being there was some sticky webbing over the injury holding some herbs in place to keep it from getting dirty again… hopefully, it’d be enough to avoid infection until she found him.

She went further North, but something seemed to feel off. She moved through the snow with ears flicked back against her skull. She was deep in thought as she padded along, unaware of the ominous feel over the area… She did, however, start to notice pack border scent eventually wafting toward her. But something else started to catch her attention too. The woman deviated from the borders, the scent of Wren, as the smell of a young creature caught her attention.

Her ears perked forward as she scanned the landscape. “It’s weird…” She mumbled. She could smell the cub but no sign of its parents… and because of that, something drew her to investigate. Maybe it was because of her attachment to Ears and Whiskers, two other small, nonwolf creatures… there was no telling the exact reason why… but Bellamy soon found what she was looking for.

She saw her stumbling in the snow… a lonely little cub. Bellamy furrowed her brow and checked the air again. No adult polar bears. The woman sighed, set towards the kid as she called out to her. “You shouldn’t be out of your den, little one. Where’s your mama? Your papa?” The woman slowed once she was a couple of wolf lengths away to a stop and lowered herself down to the tiny fluffball. It was painful, she winced as she got into position, the motion irritating her shoulder. “Are you by yourself…?” She asked, her voice gentle, softer now that she was interacting with a little one.

"Speech" 'Thought.'

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