Questions fell from her daughter’s muzzle and Bellamy found herself giving a small, sad smile to her daughter. “I have had a lot on my mind since the raid, but I’m alright for the most part.” The words were truthful she supposed, but she didn’t want to worry Saga with the knowledge that she now dwelled on the raid, on the injury she had caused that child. Bellamy knew the knowledge of that maim would haunt her until the grave, though perhaps, in time, she would be able to live with it better. As much as she wanted to justify it being done, she always found other reasons to question that decision. It left her mind weary.
“From what I hear Ethne fought valiantly to defend itself.” Even if they had failed, the pack had tried their best. They stood together against a foe that had come under the cover of night, much like the raids Bellamy herself was once part of to dispatch rebels. She moved to rest her head against Saga’s shoulder, chuckling softly. “I wish my mind had been in a better state, so that I could have seen the success of our members with my own eyes.” Bellamy looked up at her daughter. “How did you do, Saga?” She asked, curious how the bear had fared fighting against wolves.
"Speech," 'Thought.'
Bellamy has two companions - a Tasmanian devil and an American badger. Unless otherwise mentioned IC, assume that they are close by.
Berserker
