Swirling storms

They had come North, just as Beauregard said they would. He could feel anxiety in the pit of his stomach as they stepped onto the Anxtiox. When Mika spoke, his voice was soft. But there was an underlying anger. Anger Beau could see as he looked at his partner. His ears fell and a whine left his throat. “I didn’t think parents were capable of such cruelty.” He would draw closer to them again and let out a sigh. “...Is… is remembering this going to hurt you guys?” He was concerned, wondering if they should have come at all. The wind blew around them, and down the deck he could hear Blind scrambling after something. He never knew what it was like to be without his freedom, and he never wanted to. He felt his fur bristle at the injustice they had been put through. “I don’t want you guys to do this if it causes more harm…”

"Speech" 'Thought.'