King/Queen of the brush?

Anxiety flared within Bellamy's heart as her children got permission to leave the den for the first time. Corbin and Dorian had already made their way outside… something Bellamy wasn't prepared for. They had made their way from behind the falls, from the cave system Bellamy had chosen as their den. She emerged after her boys, sitting in the grass, but she could not settle down. "Be careful, Corbin, Dorian… I don't want to bring you to your father on your first outing." Bells lowered her green gaze to the grass at her paws.

The fact she had yet to find Saga haunted her. She had been wandering all around all of Boreas, running back and forth between the Northern continent and Auster. No sign of Saga yet… though she had run into a fire in the Veteran's Plateau. That knowledge haunted her. Her ears fell against her skull and Bells sighed, her companions coming to sit on either side to keep an extra eye on the pups that were out and about.

"This feels wrong…" Bellamy sighed.

"I know, Bells. You'll find here, we know you will."

Bellamy didn't answer Whiskers and instead lifted her gaze up to her boys. Hopefully more won't fall apart any time soon…