Our house of memories

Bit by bit, Bellamy was growing comfortable in her den once more. What had once become a place of anxiety had become a home once more. Items were left in memory of her mate and her bed, which had once felt empty without the presence of the tiny man, had become a place of comfort once more. Bellamy adored the pillow given to her by her daughters, and her companions had begun sleeping beside her just as they had once done when it was only the three of them. Bit by bit, Bellamy found some peace. It had been a rocky road to recovery, but the fire the femme had was rekindled once more. Hope brought to her by Ace, and the love of her family encouraging her onward. No matter where she was Bellamy had come to realize that she had wolves in her corner. Wolves who wanted her to be happy, to feel safe. And that was what helped her fall asleep easier at night.

And that night, as Bellamy’s green gaze flickered open, she realized that she wasn’t in her den. The cold, wind, and rain that had pestered Auster were nowhere to be found. Instead, at the base of a pine, Bellamy had woken to green gaze, gentle sunshine, and brilliant blue sky. Bellamy knew where she was immediately. Another place of comfort. Another home where a dear friend awaited her. The woman rose, tilting her head back to call for him. Acere… this was the Sparse Pines. His home. Their place of memories. She wanted to see him again, to let him know she was doing better. To let him know she was home. And honestly… just to see him again. She had missed him.

"Speech," 'Thought.'