Bellamy returned to the ship after some time. But she hadn’t gone into the ship itself. Instead the old woman lay out in the snow, ears pinned back as she did her best to take deep breaths in and out. It hurts… Divinties above it hurt and with the other things plaguing her Bellamy felt like shit. Her head spun and throbbed, feverish, and her vision had begun growing blurry. Her mouth felt dry and it felt like she wasn’t getting enough… something in her diet. She’d begun to chew on stones as if that would help. She had to be losing it, probably dying, right? Bellamy let out a huff. Dying out in the middle of nowhere… with any luck Acere wouldn’t find her before she passed. The last thing she wanted was to try and go back to Ethne, or whatever remained of the pack. This had to be the justice she deserved after everything. A life of blood and fuck ups… Bellamy closed her eyes, letting her chest rise and fall as her mind still fought against the pain she was dealing with. "Speech," 'Thought.'

Orthrus walked through the cold snow and against the freezing winds that like cold daggers in the skin hit against his shaggy grey and dark coat. Pink eyes narrowed to avoid damage to come to them, thankfully his cloack worked well to keep most of the snow and cold wind away from her skin, yet he preffered to find a place where to hide simply. Thankfully on the distance he spotted an structure of sorts, reminded him of the island where he lived as a pup. The dark male then approached, hoping to find shelter in there. Thankfully he had a few herbs with him when he spotted a lying form, a dead wolf? It had bad burns on their belly. "Hello?" His cold voice echoed through the empty place. !!!

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Bellamy did not know how long she had laid there for before a voice reached her ears. It was cold, masculine… Had Erebos come to claim her soul? Eyes flickered open, the world around her fading back into existence as her eyes adjusted once more from a field of black. No, she realized. This was not Erebos, nor any of the Divinities for that matter. The male before her was a stranger, one who wore a cloak upon his form. Her own cloak had been left behind, still within the bowels of the ship from when she had taken her leave earlier. Bellamy’s ears flicked a bit, wondering if he would help her, or if he was one of those wolves who would simply end the life of another just because it was laying there. She didn’t even raise her head, only her gaze lifting to him.

“Hey.. Sorry, not the best… company right now.” Bellamy tried to force a smile. She felt like shit, and for sure looked it as well, but she would not ask a stranger to help her on her own. It was something that would need to be offered, if it was at all. “Not sure if you’ve run into any giant worms throughout the lands… Met a fire one that was pretty pissed off.” How many had it killed? Injured? Bellamy let out a sigh, grunting when she tried to shift her body.

"Speech," 'Thought.'

Orthrus explored the structure, curious but knowing well to be cautious when due. And in strange places it was not wise to move around as if nothing could happen. There could always be unwanted guests or any who would attack first and ask later. This lacked the scent markings of a pack, but didnt mean others couldnt be living here... And as he went further in, his suspicions came true, the scent of a wolf lingered in the cold air. His pink eyes narrowed as he stopped on his tracks, then went further. Finding a wolf in a bed, who looked very bad in shape. Severe burns lingered in her frame, burns that needed immediate treatment. "Giant worms, you say?" He asked, not quiet trusting in such a thing, but anything could happen. He sighed. "I can help.. I am a mortician but...i can help with wounds.. if needed..." His voice was deep and a bit scary like. "Give me a moment...i need to find the right tools..like aloe and warm water..." He then turned at his Caracara. Motioning her to go find wood, while he searched on his cloak, for other items. speech

A mortician? Oh goodie, someone who could mess with her body when she died. The old wolf gave a little nod, her head spinning a small groan escaped her lips. “Take your time, I’m not going anywhere.” She told him. Between the burns on her belly hurting as if the fires of hell had singed her themselves, and whatever else was going on that made her feel sick, she was in no condition to improve. She kept her head on her leg, letting her green eyes close again. “The burns are one thing… Since encountering the weird spires… I’ve been having other symptoms too…” The fae confessed, wondering if that would drive the man away from treating her.

"Speech," 'Thought.'

"What else are you feeling then?" He asked as he collected the necessary tools for fire and also aloe. This was going to be a long night, but there wasnt much difference between working on a corpse and working on a severe burn, or so he assumed. All this time he had been on his own treating the deceased, mending bones and making sure a wolf was on shape for burial. Yet this was his first time doing so to an actual living wolf. But he was already into it, even if this could prove to be harder than anything done at that point. "This will sting a bit.." At least he could warn her. And without further add-ons, he began to apply aloe into the burns, being as gentle as he could. Eyes of pale pink focused on the task, not letthing anything outside move hos focus away. hi