Two years of age. It was a marker to be prideful of, for in just another short year she will be practically an adult. And what, should you ask, is so wonderful about being an adult? Besides the fact that you are of age and size to do whatever it is that you please with someone -- nothing much. But it was that solid piece of truth that Bellatrix clung to that brought her eagerness for her future.

Her mother may have failed in her endeavors but she would be the beast to rule the roost. She harbored the golden crown of her grandmother after all.

Since her expedition with Exodus into the valley, and the horrible encounter with a cougar, Bellatrix has been sentenced to sticking strictly within the limits of the crags. Fine by her. Stella's absurd rules were never too often enforced and more warnings than anything. After all, it wouldn't be too smart to venture out again with the battle wounds still fresh on her skin. Demons like Tobias could sniff them out for miles.

And still, she is overwhelmed with ennui at the seldom visited cliff side. Even Izarra and Asterion had far better places to roam it seemed. Except for today..

Her nose lifts to the air as she lays lackadaisically, catching the familiar odor of her brother on the breeze and immediately decides to investigate. Whatever Asterion was getting into had to be more interesting than bed rest. That was for sure. With a wide yawn and a quick stretch she was off at an urgent pace to find the boy.

Massively disproportionate paws carry her with ease over the crags and toward her siblings location. Being born and raised among them had very many perks = perks that she enjoyed quite a bit. His darkened figure comes into view and she sidles up with him as tri-colored eyes peer in a rather predatory manner into the crevice. "What have we here?" She questions darkly with ears perked with interest at the petite female.