We're Going To Be Friends

After returning to Ethne and having her wounds tended to by Dorian, Bellamy had slipped off any chance she could to see Acere. His den being in the territory of the creek was risky, since her daughter and Bae-Syl were bound to start noticing her absences eventually. But alas, Bells needed the comfort of the other man. They needed each other, a pair of lovers that had connected with one another after the loss of their previous mates. Bellamy longed to bring him to her den, but knowing that she shared a connection with her daughter, she worried that she might not be able to see Acere as she had. Her children were already worried enough about her state of mind with the raids… there was no reason to worsen them.

Hearing Hay’s call, Bellamy excused herself from Acere’s side and pulled away from him. The cuts on her face were still healing, raw enough to show that they had been recent. The woman thanked the stars for spring’s arrival, it helped ease the ache of her bones. That and the rainy season being gone. Bellamy was approaching the falls when the scent of a stranger caught her attention. It mingled with Haydée’s own. A newcomer, perhaps? A smile came to her lips. It had been quite some time since Ethne last welcomed a new member to their pack.

The she-wolf would find her daughter with a young man, a young man who seemed to have hunting prowess on his side. Bellamy gave a nod to them both. “Welcome to Ethne. I am Bellamy Kedieo, the founder of and Co-Leader of Ethne.” She dipped her head to the young man. Her gaze flicked to her daughter, a proud look reflecting in her eyes. Though Hay had been doubting herself, Bellamy just became more and more certain of having made her daughter the heir of their pack. She was a fine Leader, one that would get better the longer time went on.

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