Beauregard had been drawn back to the North, his journey bringing him toward the lands that had lived in when he was a part of Menagerie with his lovers. Though this forest was not one of those lands, the North alone, and its biting cold, brought back memories. He padded alone right now. Trill was resting and Blind had insisted there was something she needed to do here. They would catch up in time. The ashen cream male blinked as he padded along in the falling snow. He would catch the scent of another that had been in the area, the scent growing stronger as he approached one tree in particular. The wolf had the scent of a pack wolf, likely one from the Armada. Beauregard slowed, ears perked in case his presence might startle them. He wasn’t looking for trouble. And, if he got lucky, they might be kind enough to interact with him. He’d come a long way away from his partners and he realized how much he missed them. Was he making the right choices…? "Speech" 'Thought.'

With so many new developments, Isa needed a little bit of time away from the Armada. It would be nice to just decompress a bit after the heavy, emotional changes in her life as of late. Sirius had asked her to be his mate; to move in with him; to take his name. She had agreed, of course. It was a weighty decision but she was glad that she made it. Still, she just needed a moment to breathe.

The blue woman was settled upon her stomach atop a big, unrolled blanket of leather. Between her paws was a satchel full of various stones and other little bits and bobs. She'd been collecting them for a while and had already carried out the painstaking process of drilling little holes through the items. Another bag held thin, braided twine, leather and horse hair. All she needed to do now was string them all together. Isa figured that she could use the necklaces to trade for rare ingredients as traders returned to the Armada.

The crackle of crunching snow met the blue fae's dark ears and her head popped up. "Hello?" she called out. Sirius' leopard had accompanied her and wasn't far off, so she didn't feel as though she was in danger, but one never knew.

"Isa"

Beauregard felt that slowing his steps had been the right choice. He heard a feminine voice call out and the male stopped, head turning in the direction it had come from. Ahh, so she was that way. “Greetings miss,” He called back. “I am going to approach, but I mean you no harm. I am just traveling through these lands.” Letting her know he was no threat was important to him. He didn’t want anyone to be afraid, especially not of him. His call made, Beauregard carried on, picking up the scent of a leopard as well. But the woman, an older femme closer in age to his partners, was found, and Beau dipped his head to her. She looked comfortable on the fur, seeming to be ready to work on something. Curiosity flicked across his expression. “A crafter, huh? So many unique things can be made by our paws.” He lifted his gaze again, offering a small smile to her. “Are you of the Armada?” "Speech" 'Thought.'