Let's try tapdancing on a landmine... Will it explode?

Would this trip be a mistake? Time would tell, she supposed. Her family would notice she was over her time frame estimate already. Yet, despite that, the Leader of Ethne passed along through the territories of the North alongside her companions. Her fur was on end - Bellamy hadn't thought she would be back in this neck of the woods after Wren's disappearance. It felt eerie… and the woman was sure she could feel the presence of the cursed twins, Delusion and Calamity, as well as their searcher, Chaos, nipping at their heels. That feeling urged Bellamy to be cautious, guarded. She knew nothing of these wolves… and any intel she could gather would be just as important to those she considered friends as herself. If risks came alongside it? Better her than them, right?

Bellamy approached the borders of the newly risen pack and drew in a breath. This feeling… why couldn't she shake it? Was it because of how Manea's wolves had been acting at the meeting? She hadn't met either of them either… but… Bellamy furrowed her brow. Ears gave a snort beside her. "Be careful Bells. I doubt this woman is going to be as open as your other friends… and probably less reasonable than the Warlord." Bellamy drw in another breath.

"Perhaps." She rumbled, acknowledging his concerns. "But I'll see with my own eyes. Ears, Whiskers… I trust you both with my life. Let us see what comes." Bellamy perked her ears forward. Hope for the best, prepare for the worst or some shit, right? The woman tipped her head back, her song filling the air to call for the pale woman. Then she'd wait, standing confident, not overly guarded, but not lax either. A healthy amount of caution would not hurt while she waited outside their borders.