Knock Knock You about to get.....

The tiny winged wolf had heard the call, but he hadn’t wanted to believe it. While he knew Bellatrix was ambitious, a small part of him had hoped that she wouldn’t have to fight to initiate a pack for her family. His stomach churned in knots as he fetched Beauregard from where the man had been resting. He knew that he would want to be there for Trixy as well. But nothing would have prepared him for what opponent he saw her fighting. When they arrived, it was the same woman that had won the right to a pack before Bellatrix before. His fur bristled, seeing the supporters of the other woman. She might have been defending their pack, but if any of them dared talk bad about Bellatrix, Gavroche wasn’t going to stand idly by and just let them talk down on her.

Even with anxiety flaring in his gut at the fight, Gavroche helped Beauregard settle before pacing the outskirts of the fight. His green eyes betrayed worry, but he knew that just because you were tiny didn’t mean you weren’t strong. Giving his all against Dusk, he had done alright against her, but she had managed to win out with experience in the end. The pixie stopped and straightened, calling out to his friend. “Come on Trixy, you got this! It’s not the size of the wolf in the fight, it’s the size of the fight in the wolf!” He barked. Win or lose, he was going to be right there beside her.

"Speech," 'Thought.'