Beau blinks. twice. three times. he continues to stare at the other wolf. it should make sense. if the world can be clean and nice and safe and beautiful, then Beau should be, too. however, the idea of jumping into the water, making himself visible, making himself known is something Lucian would never approve of. always be hidden and unremarkable, he’d hound, again and again and again – but fuck it. fuck Lucian. Beau had decided that today he will explore! after all, Lucian was wrong about it all, wasn’t he?
“nothing! i’m going, okay!” Beau said, shrugging at the other wolf’s… weirdness, all of a sudden. they remind him of Lucian a little bit, the distant expression, the weariness of something, the anxiety. he doesn’t know what to do about it, so instead he chooses to ignore it. it’s often how he deals with Lucian and his strange moods most of the time, anyway.
Beau walks forward into the sand, the gritty texture familiar, like dirt almost, but finer. he brings himself to the water’s edge where the white foam is crashing gently onto the earth. Beau asks excitedly, “can I drink it?”
