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Belle's ears perked with the mention of Steady's name. She stood once again, ready to help, for now the runt could serve as a benefit to her cause. With one last reassuring thought to herself (after all, she was about to take a walk with a squealing child in her jaws) Belle moved forward in an attempt to grip up the child's scruff.
Should she have succeeded, Belle would immediately pick out the nearest scent marker of Steady's (or if she had to, Valette's) and March onward, keeping a gentle yet firm grip on the child.