Knock Knock You about to get.....

Trixy’s call didn’t surprise him, although Beauregard had wished his daughter had taken a little more time before plunging into a challenge. With his leg still healing, Beauregard was slow to rise. Thankfully, young Gavroche arrived to lend a paw in getting him to the boneyard. With ears perked and blue gaze thoughtful, Beauregard wondered what opponent Bellatrix had decided to take on. The fight was into the thick of it when they arrived, and Beauregard’s stomach churned when he recognized the woman that Trixy had fought before. Why would she challenge her again? Was it stubbornness? A determination to win?

Beau’s ears flicked back against his skull and his tail flicked anxiously behind him. He could feel Gavroche tense as well, neither of them liking what they were seeing. Gav moved from his side, but it was clear to see the pixie was anxious, wanting to jump in to defend his friend but knowing better than to interfere with the challenge. Beauregard remained quiet, gaze focused on the fight. It felt like he scarcely dared to breathe. He just hoped that the wolves of the other pack wouldn’t hunt his daughter down for her attempts should she win.

"Speech," 'Thought.'