Death was a heavy thing… and unexpected as the raiding party returned to Ethne. Bellamy’s heart went out to her daughter and Bae-Syl, to their children, and to the yearling who had lost his life in a battle against an unnamed illness. Baecette had been a spirited boy, holding a bit of a fiery attitude and boldness that went into his bloodline beyond his parents. He had been a good kid, undeserving of the fate that had befall him. The older woman felt heavy, knowing that he was gone. Gavroche, and now his grandson Baecette… The weight of those losses weighed on the hearts and souls of their wolves. His soul had already gone to join the Divinities in the stars but soon, soon his body would be laid to rest.
Bellamy arrived at the site of the funeral, her gaze trailing to the still form of the yearling. Her eyes closed, a silent prayer given for his spirit. She moved over to Bae-Syl and Lucette, green gaze shining with sympathy. “I’m so sorry.” Though Bellamy had lost the rest of Lucette’s litter, they had been born still. This was different, bonding with a child, seeing them grow, only to have them lose a fight before your very eyes. She moved to give a comforting lick to her daughter’s forehead before moving to sit and wait for the funeral to take place.
"Speech," 'Thought.'
Bellamy has two companions - a Tasmanian devil and an American badger. Unless otherwise mentioned IC, assume that they are close by.
Berserker
