The woman lost her last fight and, as they promised they would, her companions lead her away from the battlefield. Her wounds had dried on her face where Gilgamesh’s attacks had landed, deep but the chances were they would not scar… her muzzle however still occasionally was aggravated and bled fresh again. Divinities above that stung. She wasn’t even sure how long she had been gone, but she had made Whiskers promise her children that she and Ears would get her home. How long had the rest of their wolves been home? Bellamy had rested for a while, curled up somewhere among the plants of Fern Gulley. Sleep had come and gone… and now she was arriving back in Ethne’s camp in the late afternoon.
Bellamy knew her children would want to see her. Would her… savagery start to worry them again? The fact that she lost herself on the battlefields? Her eyes blinked, a grunt passing her lips as she turned away from the falls and headed toward the creek. She wanted to see Acere… and Dorian denned in the creek’s territory. With any luck at all she would be able to see her son and then slip off to go see Acere…Had they even won the raid? Bellamy didn’t know. Despite the bloodshed… Bellamy was glad that her family had shown that win or lose they wouldn’t be easily walked over. If nothing else the Raiders learned that Ethne would fight back. But… would that be where it ended? Bellamy could only hope so.
Arriving outside Dorian’s den she gave a soft bark, wondering if her boy was even resting within it.
"Speech," 'Thought.'
Bellamy has two companions - a Tasmanian devil and an American badger. Unless otherwise mentioned IC, assume that they are close by.
Berserker
