Yes, he said, and her face lit up. It would be several more moments until she realised there was a misunderstanding between them, but in those moments she imagined an even more glorious return to the lake than she had dared hope for. She knew that Poison Path was no more, at least not in any form that Bella had known it, but her emotional ties were not strictly to that pack name. Families come and go, groups form and disband, but she valued the more permanent, the eternal, the unchanged. No matter who lived there now, there was no chance that her lake would not still be there, serene and perfect, waiting. She yearned to see it again every moment of every day since she had taken her children from their abandoned home, and the anticipation was almost too much.
The first hint that there might be something wrong came when he spoke of distanced siblings, but it wasn't impossible that Veho and his fellow believers had come here without his littermates. Wolves had passed through this land all the time on their own, it was no odd thing. But his very next sentence brought the illusion crashing down, her expression falling as she realised their miscommunication. There were no others. He hadn't even been to the mountain before.
Though before she had clung to his every word, now they were fading from her ears, as she knew that she had done it again, let her heart run away with possibilities which were false. At least this had been a quick demise. She broke eye contact to look up at her mountain, once more holding mysteries from her, calling to her to follow it blind. No Poison Path, no Athena, and Ash lived in the forest - all that waited for her was wind and water and the unknown. It was fortunate that wind and water were two of her favourite things.
Duck was waiting, she remembered dully, but she also knew that she had started to zone out. Embarrassed by her rudeness, Bella looked back at Veho, his kindness not deserving such a dismissive attitude. Here he was, baring and sharing these deep parts of himself, and she had to go and fall in her well of self-pity again. What a wretched creature she was. "I'm sorry." This place... it tore at her emotions until they were raw, in a way that she hadn't felt since... well, since she had been a child. Perhaps...
"I... thank you. Maybe another time. I don't think I'm in the best place to..." She trailed off, not even knowing how to articulate it, and stood again; the count would have exceeded two hundred by now. Duck hadn't known of her time limit but it made her uncomfortable to leave him alone for long. Her other option was to break down in front of a stranger, and while he might have been an angel, Belladonna knew that she had to learn how to solve her own problems. The wind still owed her many answers to questions whispered in the dead of night. To place herself in the arms of her Ancestors... would either redeem or ruin her. Snake and Fox would never understand it, Crow would put up with it, and Duck - well, she didn't know anymore.