Lucette had changed her bandages, tending to the still healing injuries she had gotten. Her neck and shoulder ached… She blamed the rough weather for that. Regardless of the light drizzle falling from the heavens Bellamy took a walk. Her path led her away from the falls, down toward the border. She did not know how long her daughter would be away from Ethne… she just prayed that she would be safe. The fact that her grandson had followed the raiders was worrying… Gavroche’s big heart might be the death of him… again.
Bellamy knew she shouldn't have left Ethne’s boundaries… no doubt the moment Bae-Syl realized she was gone he’d put up a fuss and start searching for her. She knew he cared… knew the pack cared… but… she just needed some time to clear her head.
The feel of the sand under her paws was cool… compact. The rains Auster had been getting has been consistent. The sound of the waves lapping the shore were soothing… a sound besides her own troubled thoughts. Bellamy lifted her gaze… and froze. How… was he…? A whine left her lips. “A-Ace…?”
"Speech," 'Thought.'
Mental health (particularly depression and anxiety) is extremely bad. Currently unable to handle IC conflict or conflict between characters, pack related or individual. I am struggling to post even simple things and will not be able to continue with thread if approached. Sorry for the inconvenience but I just can't right now.
Bellamy has two companions - a Tasmanian devil and an American badger. Unless otherwise mentioned IC, assume that they are close by.
Berserker
