Battlecries!

Beauregard had been traversing Auster, making his way around in search of wolves in need of a home, of purpose. He had met one such wolf in the land of aspens, and now, as he headed in the direction of the Runestones closer to Ethne’s territory, the man moved with purpose. Above him thick gray clouds shifted overhead. They brought with them the promise of a storm, but Beau would not seek shelter. Something pulled him in this direction. A hunch, perhaps, or the spirits he was starting to believe in more and more drawing him to this place. Whatever it was, the man felt he could not rest until he reached the uniquely marked stones of this land.

He was drawing close when a song rose to the heavens, toward the storm clouds and beyond. His ears perk, the song one he recognized. It was a surprise, but his grandfather, a man from outside his birthpack, sung the song before heading out against their enemies. The man, despite his age, fought hard to protect the pack, saying that the song would reach his god, and fill him with power. While Beau had never believed in such deities before, he was beginning to wonder about their existence. At the very least there were spirits… So why not gods? Why not dieties who created them, blessed them, or cursed them?

He would approach, body relaxed, gaze on the man who had called as thunder boomed in the distance. His blue eyes scanned his figure, curious. Red marked his fur, much like blood, and his toned physique spoke of a warrior. He had been right in recognizing the song. Once he was close enough, Beau addressed the man. “Battle song, a call to your god, correct?” He spoke respectfully, glancing at the marked stone before shifting it back to the man. “My grandfather sang that same song before dealing with our enemies. He always came back in one piece.” He tipped his head to the man.

“It is an honor to be in the presence of a warrior such as him. I am Beauregard Ravenwood. What is your name, stranger?”

"Speech" 'Thought.'