Bloody Ransom

Her comment had Beauregard snorting. “A man who fights for his life, or the lives of others, won’t be seeking just to leave scars.” That wasn’t to say he wanted to take a life, but the man was willing to do so if he had to. But, the woman seemed to call his “bluff”. As a father, that would be the last route that Beauregard wanted to take. He’d rather avoid bloodshed all together. His gaze flicked over to his son as the woman encouraged the boy over to him, his gaze, his whole demeanor softening. Some wolves might have been angry at the boy’s naivety… but he was just a child. A sweet child who had no idea that wolves might threaten their lives, that they would take everything from them. He would wait til the boy was by his side, gently nosing his cheek.

“You’re okay, Nolan. Head back behind me, get to Trixy. We’re all going to get out of here together… we’ve got some friends in Ethne we’ll go stay with.” His words were gentle, relieved. More than anything he just wanted his son back. But now he was to uphold his part of the bargain. Beauregard removed the dagger and sheath first, setting them on the ground beside him. Next came the leg wraps, somewhat folded before the dagger was moved on top of them. Beauregard would move back away from them, a nod given to both the woman and to the purple man served. “I have given you my gear, as promised.” The last thing he wanted to say before they gave him his timer to everyone out of the pack. Hopefully there would be nothing more, no further headaches from this… transaction as it was becoming.

"Speech," 'Thought.'