A lot has happened since first arriving in the lands her mother had told her stories of; a desolate place that reeked of testosterone driven men, lacking the open air feel of the cove that her mother had grown to love and the salty sea breeze. Here, there was only a jungle that was a mix of boggy landscape and the beauty of a hidden land she'd hope to discover more of; if not for the lingering scent of one of her many siblings. Of course the children of her father were spread far and wide, a minor thought in the back of her mind as she spent her days with Frey, something that had become the new norm of her sudden change of life and often made her wonder why she’d let him wander from her that day in the commons.

Thinking of him, her wandering mind pulls back to the present matter at hand, eyes of sea green following the invisible path her companion had taken; the crisp scent of him mixing with that of the sibling she’d scented about. Bell never thought she’d have much issue straying out on her own, from her parents or anyone, so why was this one poking his nose where it certainly did not belong. The stalking steps that she takes through the grasping vines and tugging branches do little to sway the monster just her under her flesh, boiling and rising as she closes in on the pair of stallions having an idle chat it would seem. She falters a step, a pause, as she watches from the shadows at the language they both exhibit to the other. Ears flicker to hear, but it is her eyes that listen as they try to focus in on whatever lips she could spy from here, but at this distance it’s all a jumbled mess she didn’t care to decipher.

An inhale of breath is what happens next, leg’s tensing as muscles coil and bunch together to propel her forward, a fast lithe form of flesh that covers the distance easily with her long outstretched leg’s; she’s not quite as far along in her pregnancy that it hinders her in the slightest, but she is out of breath as she pushes into the space between the men, ears back and her teeth snapping within a whisker length of Rehoboam’s face in warning to back the heck off on whatever overprotective bullcrap he was spewing. She didn’t need to hear their words to know what it was all about, it was clear in their faces and the way Frey held his ground so steadily. Her, it was always about her. She knew her freedom would not last long.

Bell spares Frey a quick glance, lips closing over gnashing teeth that would love nothing more than to tear into her half sibling, to grace him with a solemn glance over as though checking Reho had only just been talking and she hadn’t missed them going at it. Shame, she thinks, finding nothing to power herself into another attack but it settles her body enough to realign herself to stand with him, pressing her hip and the small curve of her growing belly against his warm skin. “We stay,” she voices her stand on the matter, a little late to the shitshow but nevertheless she was here and she wasn’t going to scimper back home with her tail between her legs just because her brother said so.