The Furian born three-year-old is accustomed to the barrage of scents that filter through the caverns beneath her home. For the most part they are ignored because of the constant flow of wolves in and out of the grotto below. However, on this sweltering summer’s day she finds that she wishes to delve deeper into the labyrinth that rests beneath the crags in which she has claimed as her personal space. This was her birthplace after all and as such she sees fit to remain here no matter where her family roamed. Still, from time to time she cannot shake the unmistakable longing to fulfill a destiny that was always meant to be her mother’s. Even as a young pup, Bellatrix had challenged everything that Stella was despite what respect remained for her. It was only in her nature.

The thoughts are brushed aside as she rises to her paws so that she may make her path down the rocky hills and into a nearby crevice to seek shelter from the scorching sunlight. Her tongue lolls out as she pants heavily and continues to wander through the cool caverns until she finds a suitable place to lay. The cold rock surface feels amazing against her belly as she sprawls out and rests so that she may release some of this built up heat.

Darkness is always a welcome companion and she feels just at home here within the silence as water echoes from further into the cave. She has almost tuned out the scents of others who linger here and yet one is capable of bringing herself to attention as it wafts in from the outside. Her nose twitches as she inhales the scent and her ears perk forward in immediate curiosity. It smells so much like her mother and yet… different. The breeze blows in through the opening and brings the aroma with it and so she will expect her company to arrive soon.

For now she will remain perked up and lain comfortably across the earth to continue cooling herself.