The man had gone off to the God’s Garden with a description of the herbs Payday had asked him to find. It worried him greatly that they didn’t describe their attacker… but Beauregard was doing what he could to make them comfortable all the same. He had met with some wolves about joining Norad as well, which made the man happy. While it was true he had wanted to help Ethne as well, and create a home for individuals of various mindsets, he hoped that the pack would be everything his partners would have wanted in a home and more. To encourage them to bloom and interact more. Being their Artisan, Beauregard hoped they would take up the mantle as a secondary alpha with pride. He wanted to see them happy. They deserved it. He glanced down at the herbs he had gathered thus far. That was the last of them… but he figured he could take a small break before binding the bundle together with horsetail to carry it back. At least he had thought ahead to bring some with him, otherwise carrying the plants back would have been even harder. He lifted his gaze, blue eyes turning the gray clouds above. The smell of rain was on the breeze… hopefully it would be light. "Speech" 'Thought.'

The miles Kore has trekked in the hopes of finding his missing sibling are written into every inch of his frame. Months spent traveling constantly can been seen in the way his fur seems flat and lacks any sort of luster; in his cracked and calloused paw pads, and in weary set of his shoulders. His hope of finding Kalyke have dwindled down to put a flicker of its former self as the small hints of Kal’s presence that he is able to find are always faded and covered with blood. Yet, he cannot give up on Kalyke until he finds him because he refuses to abandon him.

Sadness keeps his head low as he slowly plods along, his body moving as if on autopilot while his gaze is distant and troubled. As the promise of rain makes the air laden with moisture, Kore suddenly stirs from his internal dialogue to stop and cast his gaze around. Yet again, he is in a new land, his paws knowing where to go while his head seem to be shrouded in a fog. Perhaps it is the exhaustion that dulls his senses or maybe it is the fact that his heart is broken for failing Kalyke but, whatever the reason, the man has completely missed the fact that he isn’t alone.

Wide, blue eyes blink in surprise as he spies the tall male, worry flickering across his features as he idly wonders if he has wandered into a trap. Pulling back a few steps, Kore guardedly calls out, “Uh, hello there.” His posture mirrors his voice as he remains ready in case this male wished to attack him. Again, his senses are so dulled from the constant traveling that he does not realize the stranger seems to be peacefully picking some herbs. The galaxy-clad man has always had a difficult time trusting others since, from the moment he was born, it was him and his siblings against the world. So, he remains defensive, ready to attack or flee should the need arise.


"Kore Regni"

Beauregard gives himself a moment to be lost to thought, his mind drifting as he thinks about what needs to be done when he returns to Norad. Much like the loner who has missed his presence, Beau has allowed himself to slip into a state where he is caught unawares, and the voice of a stranger causes him to jump a little as he is pulled from his musings. Blue gaze shifts from the sky to a man who appears to be plucked from the night skies themselves, but it is not the complexity of his coat that catches Beau’s attention. The man before him appears run down, weary, almost as if he’d been traveling without proper rest or nutrition for some time. His coat lacks the shine of a healthy diet, and his gaze betrays a troubled and haunted soul with regret. But despite this, the stranger is guarded, ready to defend himself or flee if the man before him poses a threat. Beauregard’s gaze softens as he takes the sight of the man in, and, with a gentle nod of his head, he gestures for the man to sit. “You should sit. Pushing your body too far, even with the right reasons behind it, will do you and your goal no good.” Beauregard doesn’t move more than that, gaze shifting to the herbs. He admittedly knows little about them. He never really learned first aid beyond washing a wound or applying pressure to stop bleeding. A soft sigh leaves his lips, ears falling slightly. The man before him… how long has he been like this? To be so worn? To look so defeated? Beauregard lifts his gaze back to him. “I do not wish to cause you harm, so please, relax. Join me. You look as though you could use the rest.” Beauregard offers the younger wolf a small smile. “My name is Beauregard Ravenwood, Artifex of Norad.” He decides to give his name, hoping that it may encourage the galaxy wolf to stick around and talk. Perhaps if he does, Beau can offer him aid. He doesn’t want to see anyone look as the man does, memories of Ethne’s former Leader, Bellamy, stirring to his mind. If he can help this man, he will do so. "Speech" 'Thought.'