Storms

After their loss in the raid, Beauregard had done a check over the things they had lost. Some herbs, crafting supplies… things that could, in time, be replaced. It was a loss but one they could recover from. Norad hadn’t been ready for the confrontation, but all the same the Artifex had been proud of their wolves for making an effort. Their unity was what he had hoped for in a pack, and they had more than earned their rest. With his own wounds treated and healing, he had promised his mates and children he would take things easy. Patrols, taking stock, and making sure no more trouble approached their border. They would need to work on improving skills but for now he wanted their members to try and recover from the attack. Softer than some packs for certain… But why punish those who had already been beaten?

A call at their borders as rain and thunder boomed overhead caught his attention. It didn’t sound like a challenge call… no, this call was softer. A wolf seeking a home, perhaps? Norad would welcome them no matter their calling in life. No wolf should have to face such a dreary winter alone. The man set off for the borders at once.

…and shock and worry filled him as he caught Bellatrix’s and Imogen’s faint scents in the rain. He had told his younger daughter to go inside the hut when the storm began, but here she was greeting a stranger… and Trixy… goodness what was he going to do with the pixie girl? He quickened his pace, relieved to find that neither had come to harm. He was going to have to have a talk with them both about border safety later. His ears fell, coming up behind the cream pup before he stopped to look upon the stranger. “It would seem my daughters beat me to the punch.” He gently ruffled the fur on Imogen’s head, a way of both calming his anxiety that was going a mile a minute and giving her affection.

“I am Beauregard Ravenwood, the Artifex of Norad. Out in the storm is no place for any of us though. Come, miss, and tell us your name and what brings you here.” He motioned for all of them to walk with him. There was a partially built hut closer to the border that Beauregard had asked Tanelan to set up as an outpost of sorts.. They could be out of the majority of the wind and rain if they went there.

"Speech," 'Thought.'