He had gone on a patrol, but Beauregard was still feeling on edge. Tanelan and the others hadn’t told him what the wolf who had attacked them looked like. He was worried, and that worry had him on edge. Why didn’t they want to tell him? He was their mate, he was supposed to protect them! All of them. He was jittery the whole patrol, and though there had been no sign of other wolves or predators on his patrol, Beauregard knew he couldn’t head back yet. Blind, Payday, and Trill would keep an eye on his mates and Trixy. But Beauregard needed to do some digging. He would go just beyond the Bifrost and see if he might gather some information. Wolves with aggressive nature like that normally lashed out at others more than once. Beauregard was sure he’d find the one who had hurt his mates and bring them to justice.

Beau moved with purpose through the lands around the Hallows, away from the falls that he had claimed for Norad. The temperature in the air began to shift as he neared the Bifrost. The heat of summer had dropped, and he could feel a chill in the air coming from the water around the land bridge. Blue skies had gone from cloudless to nothing but a sheet of angry gray, and Beauregard’s ears flicked back as he glanced up at it. Was it going to snow? It certainly felt cold enough to do so. Beauregard fluffed his coat up against the weather, when the familiar sight of a rainbow marked man stalking across the land bridge caught his attention. Beauregard frowned, furrowing his brow as he saw his agitated expression.

The man was part of Ethne, that much Beau knew. But what was on his mind to have him so on edge? Beauregard stopped, calling to him. “What’s eating at you?”

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If all of the kings Bae had moved further than normal in his endeavors to patrol and keep his family safe. The chill in the air oddly didn't bother him, though most of his lineage had come from a cold inhospitable place. His eyes were on the seas, glaring at the rolling waves as he was called to. His ear flicked to the voice to display he had heard them. But he saw no reason to shout back and forth. His eyes turned settling on the man. He was the one who was originally part of Ethne. He had left though to for a branch pack. His nose flared as he took in the scents of encroaching storm and the male. Not a threat. Rosco worridly looked at Bae as he didn't answer but kept standing there glaring. The husky had been a gift from Bells. But Bae hardly took him places. Finally after probably what felt like eons he would speak. "Gav is missing, and there's too many in this world out there ready to do to us as Gav's killer did to him. So take a guess." he was blunt, honest, and probably sounded agitated. But he was sure he had the eyes of a killer right now. He was ready to put his mother's sire's blood to use. He was a father and ready to also wear the mantle of a killer if he had to to protect his family. His head then turned to the seas again. Silent invitation to watch the waves roll sent to the man. He knew him from a distance but not from a friendly place yet. "how about you, Beauregard?" he had noticed the male looked just as stressed as him. Walk, "Talk", Think Have their queens on the throne

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Beauregard was able to draw closer before Bae-Syl would speak. The news was not what the man expected to hear, but understanding flashed into his eyes. One of the man’s children was missing. The tiny winged child… he had overheard Bellamy talking about him… and what's more… so had Bellatrix. “Your son was seen alive recently, Bae-Syl. At God’s Garden, if little Bella’s description of the boy she played with is correct. I dismissed the information at first, thinking it couldn’t be the same pup, but with you confirming that he is missing… who else could have been a pixie with wings in Auster? The Hallows is next to the God’s Garden. You might find your boy there.” Beau hoped that he would. Nothing was more terrifying than having one of your loved ones missing.

The question was then turned around on him, and Beauregard allowed a sign to pass his lips. “I fear you are right about those with dark hearts lurking in our world.” He turned his head back the direction he had come, ears pinning back against his skull. “My mates were attacked in Northern Boreas, and what’s worse, none of them have given me any details on the one that harmed them. Which makes me fear it could have been someone one of us knew…” His stomach churned at the thought, claws digging into the sand at his claws. “I don’t understand why they won’t tell me… It is my job to protect them!” Above them the skies were growing darker, the wind picking up around the wolves.

The storm had arrived.

The hailstones started to fall slowly, first one or two hitting the waves and being swallowed up. Then more began to descend from the heaven around the two wolves, striking their bodies in various places. Beauregard bristled, a snarl ripping from his lips. “Damn hail!” His frustration had hit a crescendo. Things just kept piling on more and more.

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Bae had not expected news of Gav from the man so when he gave him the news it was almost like his world stopped for a second. His face turned to the man, eyes wide with hope in them. He hadn't heard any news of his son for a while now, and at this point this was good news. He would be certain to visit the hallows soon then and to tell Lucy. Of course he could just go to the god's garden and track his son down from there. Hell had no fury like a worried parent after all. He didn't see the alpha of the hallows stopping him from reclaiming his son though. But he would fight them all if he must to get his child back.

he shook his coat and returned his attention to the moment at hand though as Beauregard spoke once more. His face returned to the stoic face he often wore these days as the conversation turned to those of darker hearts. He listened intently as the other spoke and pressed his ears to hear that the other's mates had been attacked by one such wolf. Yet they wouldn't speak to Beau about it. Troubling indeed. How did one fight darkness if their mate didn't tell them who did horrid things to them. His own mother was that way though. Argus would of never harmed a soul or said a bad thing about them in all the time he knew them.

"Give them time perhaps, in the mean time why don't we both blow off some steam, and later we can discuss tracking down this varmint that dares harm others." He would nod to the other and move so he was facing the other, a roll of his shoulders to protect his scruff from the male and from the hail as he lowered his head. Ears pressed to keep hail from inside them. the other would be afforded the first move or to decline his invitation for a spar. It would be a good way for them to get to know what each other had to offer and what they were working with. Plus fighting in the hail on the windswept and oceanic scape of the bifrost would offer new challenges to both, keeping both warriors sharp.

Bae-Syl vs Beauregard for spar
Round 0/x
Age: over 1 year
Size: Extra large
Build: Medium
Companion 1: Husky, Male - Battle
Companion 2: Macaw, Female - Battle
Skills: Advanced Fighter & Beginner Hunter

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Beauregard could see the hope that flickered within Bae-Syl’s eyes. It was hope he was glad to give, he couldn’t imagine the pain of a child being missing for so long. But wherever Gavroche had been staying, he had been kept safe. And he had been a wonderful playmate for his daughter, Bellatrix. She was the only child in Norad, and knowing that Bae-Syl’s litter was in Ethne, well, it made sense that he might take a trip with her to their allies so she could play with some kids her own age. But lighter thoughts weren’t something he could focus on for long, not with the worry of a threat lingering, and the hail that battered against his body. His ears pinned against his head, but still, he could hear Bae as he spoke. His offer, though a bit indirect, was appreciated, and Beau gave a nod to the other man. “That sounds like a plan, thank you.” He was truly grateful that Bae-Syl would help him. But for now, he could see the opportunity with the rougher weather. A wolf needed to be ready to fight in all conditions. Slipping into a fighting stance, Beauregard rolled his shoulders forward and lowered his head to align with his spine. He and Bae-Syl bore matching frames and that would certainly make the fights interesting. Keeping his skills sharp, and fighting alongside an ally would be a good thing. He tipped his head to the rainbow marked man, letting him know that he would be taking the first move. And then Beau rushed forward. The feeling of hail under paw was rough, but Beauregard pushed through the pain of the prickling balls of ice and sought to deviate to Bae-Syls left and slam his own left shoulder into his opponent’s. Beau also swung his head to the left and up, hoping to bite onto the top of Bae's back and slice into his flesh for a minor wound. ----------- Beauregard vs Bae-Syl for Seasonal Spar Round 1/? Age: Over one year Size: Extra large Build: Medium Offensive Battle Accessory: Curved blade Defensive Battle Accessory: Leather arm wraps Companion 1: BlueJay, Female - Perception Companion 2: Arctic fox, Female - Battle Skills: Expert Fighter & Expert Intellectual Word Count: 332 Total Word Count: 1,640 "Speech" 'Thought.'