Belle was in a complete and utter shock. She had heard Fenrir call off the game of capture the flag, and had heard and felt the attacks before that. And yet she was sitting, behind the pedestal her teams flag once stood. She had watched Thorn grab the flag, and she even had had an opportunity to strike back and get the flag back from him. But she hadn't. She had jumped to her feet, ready to lash out at him. Her friend. She felt the overwhelming urge to hurt him, and had looked down at her hands to see fur and claws sprouting. And she had to stop herself.

She silently wondered if she had cost her team the game.

Well that hardly mattered now, Fenrir seemed mad, and Madcap was hurt. Thorn and him were going to the infirmary and a few of the team members seemed to be getting scolded by Fenrir. Belle wished she had paid more attention.

Belle stood up, deciding to follow Thorn and Fenrir to the infirmary instead of staying behind in the training room. The air felt tense. She walked quietly behind the two older members, figuring that she needed some parietal figure and plant figure time. After both the game of capture the flag and what had happened yesterday on the mission. She listened to Thorn as he spoke about leadership, and the problems that the team was encountering. 

Once the group arrived at the infirmary, Belle stopped. She didn't really want to see Madcap all hurt and stuff, so she sat outside the door.