Making our way on through

Bellamy

The woman had stumbled across a small grove of willow trees throughout her trip south. Long, thick tendrils of branches swept down towards Bellamy and her companions, bending in the breeze as they padded along. Bells hummed thoughtfully, the scent of a couple loners dominant in the area. She had even encountered one of them, the yearling she had met in the Buffalo Knolls. Bells shifted her attention to the branches, carefully moving past them as she explored these new territory. It seemed interesting enough here, though she wasn't sure she would choose such a land for her potential pack lands. She glanced down towards Whiskers and Ears keeping on the slow and steady path through the willows. She didn't plan to linger here long.

"Speech" 'Thought.'

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