There will come a soldier who carries a mighty sword

Lucette

No damsel in distress

Lucy realized the answer to her question before Bae-Syl even had a chance to answer. Even if Bae-Syl had howled for Bellamy at the border her paws were in no state to travel that far right now. The girl frowned, realizing that Bae had no clue that one of their own, her father, had been murdered. The girl’s ears fell and she sighed softly, but still, her gaze shifted to Nova. The pup was young… Who would leave such a sweet girl on her own? “Poor little sweetheart. We’ve got enough room on the bed for another. Why don’t you come up here where it is warm and soft?” Bae-Syl wasn't wrong. Especially with Gav being slain, if Lucy found out he had left a puppy all alone she would have freaked out and demanded he try to find her again. If it wouldn’t have been too late.

The child would utter her name, as if trying to commit it to memory. Lucy worried for her. She looked exhausted, hungry, and possibly a bit neglected as well. Lucy’s heart ached for her. Would she be able to learn to trust them? Would she be alright here in Ethne? As the sweet child curled up on the den floor Lucette would look back to Bae-Syl, frowning as he explained what had happened. She gave a small nod, a bit of worry reflecting in her own gaze. “You did the right thing.” She would glance at Nova, then toward Bae-Syl, lowering her voice.

“But… I have some… some rough news. My father was murdered in Grapevine Cathedral. My mother is in a bit of a state, mentally and physically. Her paws are pretty messed up from digging out his grave in this weather…” Lucy pressed again him, squeezing her eyes closed as she fought back a fresh wave of tears that threatened to come. “We don’t know who did it either… Mom has his scent, but from what she said it was brutal… They… they ripped his wings and head off…” Not to mention cracked open his ribs, removing two of his vital organs. Lucy shuddered, giving a soft whine.

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There will come a soldier who carries a mighty sword

Nova, Bellamy, Lucette

Lucette