Her head hadn't stopped spinning.
She hadn't been able to pay her usual attentions to her children that night, for her distraction was too great. The morning hunt that she had planned went totally awry when she realised that she had been staring at the same blankly-staring young goat for the better part of the morning. It must have thought her entirely odd, and in respect of its fearlessness (or stupidity), she ended up leaving it without trouble. She was too preoccupied to eat. It wasn't her stomach which growled, hungry.
With the seed of doubt in her mind, planted by the mountain to make her question where she was supposed to be, all her usual delights and haunts felt empty. Any attempts at distracting herself with common pleasures fell flat. It all felt hollow, meaningless, for now she was burdened with great responsibilities and she was terrified of the weight.
One problem she could try to fix, and it was only in focusing on it could Bella find any peace in obsessing over the bleak situation that @Datura had painted. How was she supposed to heal that kind of damage? Though it felt entirely wrong to ask herself - did she even want to deal with it? Was it her problem now, two years after she had thought that chapter abruptly and violently closed? Could she expose herself, and more importantly, could she expose her children to his level of disturbed? Looking back at herself, she remembered the unconditional love, the forgiveness, the loyalty. She also remembered that she had been a child - they both had. They had both changed. She could not simply give in to the child inside of her who cried out for her brother's happiness and love, above all else. She could not.
Perhaps her feet had brought her here because she hoped for authority, for somebody else to provide the answers. It had not been that long ago that fate had brought her and her beloved @Ash back together, and this is where his pack had been, so where was he? Without blood parents for any kind of guidance, without her mate, without being able to burden her children, Ash was who she leapt to. The man who had raised her and loved her would know what to do. But it was as she searched among the trees, desperately sniffing at fading borders, that she realised that Datura had overtaken her purpose once more. She had hoped to find Ash to discuss her and her children joining his pack. If she was not meant to be on the mountain, then surely this was her place in the world. But just like Poison Path, the scents had gone cold, the air dead, and she could feel her heart beat a dull, defeated tune as she was forced to conclude that they had gone. How could they have gone, and so soon? She had only just found him again. Was Ash punishing her for disappearing two years ago? Was this what it had felt like?
All this way for nothing. Keeping her breathing rate under careful control, keeping the boil of panic contained and out of sight, she wandered further north without purpose. Even as she felt the loss crush her chest, Bella tried to focus, to figure out what to do next. Datura's golden face kept coming into view and dashing any coherent thoughts with pain and confusion.
She barely even registered the land around her as she walked, heart lost.