Houston, we have a biter

A sharp bark woke Bellona, and she let out a pissed off grunt, and rolled over. She heard two of her siblings moved, but she didn't find the urge to follow. She didn't particularly even want to be in the same den as them. How had they just moved on?! Momma was dead. Momma wouldn't tell them stories again. Momma wouldn't be there at night to curl up with. Momma wouldn't be there.

Greek stirred beside Bellona, letting out a slight grumble as he heard the bark. Did these mangy dogs ever rest? He felt Bellona move, and he sighed. Roman's second born daughter wasn't taking all of the loss well. No wonder, she'd lost her home- her mother... and she wasn't outwardly dealing with it. He sighed, and pushed himself to his feet. Nudging her, he spoke. "C'mon Bellona. Go play. You'll feel better." In the last few days, it'd just been Narcissa and her in the den, Bellona seemed to want little to do with her siblings.

Bellona let out a growl, and fixed Greek with a glare in the dim light. Standing, she stomped towards the exit of the den, and emerged. There were other pups there- strangers. Curiously, Bellona wandered towards them, only to halt a few feet from her sisters and the strangers. She eyed the funny looking pups, and turned sharply away with a verbal "Humph!" With her tail stuck straight in the air, she turned and began marching away, with no interest in these strangers or her siblings. Light pawsteps of Greek behind her, let her know the fossa wasn't far behind her and that only fueled her anger. Why couldn't everyone just leave her alone?!