This is the righteous side of hell

Gavroche had been roused from his den by his father’s call. Rising to his paws the boy quickly grabbed his collar, knife, and summoned his companions to his side. His stomach was churning with anxiety. Something felt… wrong. By the time he caught up to his father he could practically see the anger and stress rolling off the man. Gavroche said nothing, focused on keeping pace as keeping alert. It was when they reached the Runestones, following his mother’s scent, that the scents of strangers invaded his nose.

They appeared to be of a group of some sort but the scents weren't familiar to Gavroche at all. His stomach dropped, seeing the fur… and his mother’s bag and the herbs tossed on the ground. There was blood too… and near the bloody spot there was cream and black fur. Beauregard… Divinities above how was he supposed to tell Trixy?

Apparently he wasn't. His father snapped at them they weren’t to leave without Saga, him, or a combatant and Gavroche settled his gaze on him. No way in hell he was staying put. He was capable even if his father thought he wasn't. He made mistakes with the Raid… but he still didn't think all of the Raiders bad. The one had helped him after all. But rather than start a fight Gavroche said nothing about that.

His dad could find out later.

But hearing the man would go alone brought a frustrated growl from Gavroche. “Like you going alone is any smarter. Beauregard was a capable fighter and he got hurt and captured at best! For all we know they could have killed him!” And that knowledge hurt. He flinched saying it, his gaze and ears falling. He was scared… his mom.. Trixy's dad… could his dad really expect them to stand by and do nothing? Tears pricked at his eyes before he realized it, pain blooming in his chest. The defiance he felt was quickly giving away to the situation.

His mom was gone and he didn't know who had done it… if she was okay… he squeezed his eyes closed, growling out in frustration. “Dammit…!

"Speech," 'Thought.'