The Tribrid lass, with her eight tails, dark flowers, and cougar features moved swiftly through the lands, traveling to Amaya. She had heard that Irina had settled there. Leaving Hazel and Hael with instructions to find her in Amaya if they ever needed her or wanted to be with her, she struck out for this pack. She wanted her daughter and son with her - her last reminders of Maleren - but she would not force them. Even now, her heart was splintered in two. Maleren’s own father, Pontchartrain, had murdered him. That was all because Shuu of Sabertooth had manipulated him into trying to claim his mother, Skadi. Shuu was dead now. But if Bella ever got her claws on Pontchartrain, she would shred him from limb to limb. Would that she had been able to get to Shuu.
She stepped up to the border, eyes tracking every rustling leaf. Howling in. Feeling a jolt of her first hope in months at the thought of seeing Irina. She was no longer the Storm Queen, but she was always going to be Belladonna’s queen. Since losing Jupiter, Irina had made herself scarce. Belladonna hadn’t seen her in months, and the anticipation was getting to be too much.
As far as she knew, Amaya was ruled by Crowe and Echo. Their laws were the opposite of Tarben’s - females slept with whomever they pleased, not necessarily having to mate. Consent was necessary for both the man and the woman. This seemed quite fair - much better than Tarben’s laws of old, anyway. Word was that had changed, too. All for the better - Beartooth had been spiraling into madness, if Belladonna could believe the rumors traveling throughout Starfall. Not unlike his former ally, Sindri’s Fire Queen.

“And ten crows for the devil’s own self.”