Stoke the fires

Ooc: Just as a personal note this is set before the raid / tail end of spring.

Bellamy had been home, had spoken with her daughter about what was going on, the absence of members, and try she may to shake the feeling that something had gone wrong, she found an uncomfortable knot settling in her stomach about Fenix. The man had been broken when he visited her. The spark in his eyes had gone. His drive for leadership fizzled. Bellamy was worried… he had been one of the founding members of Ethne, and she knew that she hadn’t done right by him. She should have noticed him faltering long before it got to this point. She should have made him stay with her at the Hallows to receive treatment. And now, with worry growing, Bellamy had set off for the northern mines. Not without telling her loved ones of course, and preparing some herbs and food for the journey.

Snow had fallen the night before and a light flurry of flakes descended from the heavens now. Though it was late spring, here in the north snow could still be a present thing. Summer would be more tolerable… but the cold weather only made her concern for her packmate grow. He had been alone… When she had faltered, she had been lucky enough for her daughter to notice. For her children to help her get help. But Fenix… he had lost his mate and both of his children. All he had was the pack… and they had failed him. She had failed him as an alpha and friend. She just prayed with all her heart to Celeste that she would not be too late.

Bellamy would catch sight of his coat laying in the snow. At first she feared the worth, coming to a stop as time seemed to freeze. Fuck… he couldn’t be… She forced herself to move forward, coming to stop beside his thin frame. She could see the rise and fall of his body, but Divinities above he was in rough shape. Her expression softened and the femme lay in the snow beside him, her coat and cape pressed up next to him in an attempt to share some warmth. “You didn’t come home.” It wasn’t an accusation. It was with worry she brought her head across his body to lay it over his shoulder.

“...and a promise is a promise.”

"Speech," 'Thought.'