make a home

Beauregard hadn’t minded meeting up with Wren, especially since they were heading to the cove… it was just… well…

The ashen cream male cast an uneasy glance towards the purple male that had been walking with them. He had managed to explore parts of the North himself, even coming across the beach of the cove on his own, and, ironically, this wasn’t his first meeting with either of the wolves he was with.

Yet the purple one seemed… different now. Beau didn’t like it; he felt like butterflies were beating at his stomach around this guy. He had been vulgar, rough… and now? He seemed… normal. It was strange, very strange… was he safe to even be around? Especially with Wren still recovering? Should he tell the would-be alpha about him?

He hadn’t really been focusing on Wren too much, tuning in when she mentioned weapons and armor. His gaze shifted back to her, his body language betraying that he was feeling uneasy. He frowned deeply, especially at her comment that ‘nobody will hurt you’. He wasn’t sure about that.

And to make it worse Trill had stayed outside, out of the caves…

“R-right…” Beau let his gaze trail to his paws. What should he do? The guy was literally right there with them… Leaving Wren alone with him was definitely not an option but… would he just let them wander off to talk? Surely the other was up to something. He had to be.