Bellamy had gathered a few of the people he trusted to prepare for a hunt, they all needed food, and the Ark had left them with nothing, the mountain was a waste and grounders were an issue.

Things were already harder than expected, the Ark had expected it to be radiation what took them out, but it seemed other factors were more likely.

Other things that Bellamy was finding difficult was keeping everyone in check, he was working in order to save his own skin, but by doing so he was trying to save his sister, and you. The two most important people to him.

That’s why, he didn’t even need to look up as he put his arm out, stopping you from approaching any further than you already had, his head finally raising to meet your gaze. He expected you would be ready to go on the hunt the second he had mentioned it, but there was no way he was going to let you stray that far from camp, and especially not to hunt.

“Sorry, princess,” he spoke, dropping his arm from in front of you to turn and face you.

“We’ve already got enough people.” Bellamy excused, knowing you’d get frustrated with him and his overprotective behavior if he told his worries. “You’re not coming.”

He hated to be the one to watch the way your face fell, he hated being the cause even more— but it was better than seeing you hurt, or worse.

Sometimes, he swore that you and Octavia both acted out just to make him worry more, to frustrate him.