Bellamy has rested within Ethne, but unrest still eats at her. More and more, she questions if Haydee should have just tossed her out the first time. The wolves of Ethne, though she loves them, are… biased. Biased toward her for raising the pack and trying to be a leader for them. But it is her teachings and her instability that has landed the pack in hot water not once, but twice now. The woman places the blame on herself, and because of that she leaves Ethne behind. She leaves in the dead of night, praying that her family will not wake and stop her from seeking the opinion of a wolf she believes will be unbiased. Artorias had once shared her views on the world… but since losing Gavroche, Bellamy knew she had become lost more so than ever before.
She wanders, waiting until the sun has risen before she arrives at the borders of the Hallows. The woman bears no weapon, no cloak, nor are there companions at her side. A sigh passes her lips. The pack of Ethne would have been justified in getting their chickens back… but the fact the birds had been culled should have been the end of it. They should have gone. Ears fell against her head as she looked back toward the pack she had raised. They were never made to be lawful, never made to be purely “good”... but now she feared what the world would see them as…
…and it was her fault.
Bellamy sits and lifts her head, calling for Artorias. He was going to be the first of several alphas she wished to seek out in all this… Artorias, Corbie, Manea and her daughter Avacyn… each of them deserved to know the truth and her side of things... and to know that she saw herself in the wrong. And should any of them choose to cast judgment on her for it they had that right. She wouldn’t fight them… that… that was the whole point of leaving her advantages behind. From what she could tell the loss of self only happened on battlefields with multiple opponents… but what if that were to change? Her gaze, thoughtful and troubled, falls to her paws.
Divinities… what a mess all this was.
"Speech," 'Thought.'
Bellamy has two companions - a Tasmanian devil and an American badger. Unless otherwise mentioned IC, assume that they are close by.
Berserker
