My arrows go high in the sky, challenging destiny

Her song finished, Bellamy lowers her head once more. That is when she takes note of the three wolf-like borzoi before her. Her gaze flicks to the cheerful one, their nature too upbeat, too cheerful for the woman to choose to follow. Her gaze then flickers to the mournful one. Her ears fall, but something with the woman tells her not to go with that one. Then her gaze flickers to the last borzoi of the group, the one who looked impatient. Bellamy steps forward, arching a brow at him. “Patience is a virtue, you know.” Her green eyes flick to meet with his own... or tried to anyway. “Especially when you are giving others a chance to decide.” Her tone is scolding, but in a motherly way. Whoever he is, and for whatever reason they have shown, she has chosen the one she will follow.

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Choosing...
Hard Route

"Speech," 'Thought.'