come and play with the misfits

Beauregard had started poking around the Gorge again with Trill as his eyes from above. The Blue Jay seemed a little better now that things were at least a bit warmer and, for Beau, he was growing a bit more comfortable with things here in Boreas. He was… still worried about Tanelan and his experience with "Mika". He didn't understand it but he had decided, at least for now, that the other was safe. He'd do some investigating about what had occurred later.

It was when the yearling heard Wren's call that he perked his ears. He was a bit further away than he'd like but he was going to make sure he got there. A bark to Trill, to announce they were changing course, and away the youth went.

By the time he arrived several others had already gathered. There was a woman speaking to Wren so the most Beau did was give a small, respectful nod towards her before spying another yearling. His tail wagging behind him, the boy seated himself near the same with a smile on his face. "Looks like we're the younglings of the group, huh? We'll have to show these guys what we're made of." His tone was gentle, kind, and supportive.

So these were the ones he'd call guildmates, hmm? He didn't see Tan anywhere which made him a bit worried once more. Maybe he was just overthinking things.