in darkness, there is light

The fight was over but he’d have a little, stinging reminder for a while yet. He’d need to get his neck properly cleaned later and probably at least put some moss on it so that it didn’t get infected, but, thankfully, the punctures weren’t all that deep. Wren had certainly caught him off guard with her tactics as well… though that was what Beauregard admired about her. She had tactics, even if size and age weren’t completely on her side. He was admittedly a tad worried for Trill but he knew trying to find the bluejay now would be a fruitless endeavor. She’d find him when she was good and ready.

He had no idea where they were going, but Beauregard trailed after the woman quietly after their match. At least though their silence was broken. Beau’s ears perked forward at her voice, his pale blue gaze thoughtful. “Thank you,” He spoke sincerely. “You did as well. I’ve… admittedly not had much practice outside my kin. It was an experience for certain.” A smile crossed his lips.

“Wren,” He let her name linger on his tongue. “I am Beauregard Ravenwood, it is a pleasure.” The ashen cream male let out a chuckle. “We certainly didn’t. But it was all in good fun. The experience was more important than pleasantries at the time.” His gaze swept the mines that were looming before them as his ears flicked back. “What… is this?” Beauregard asked, curiosity taking over. “I’ve never seen such a place… are these places common in these lands?”