Choose Your Battles

Beauregard · 10-28-2022, 10:58 PM

Beauregard had recovered and the illness was not what he had feared after all. The ashen cream male had never been happier to be wrong after being looked at by Mika’s ally, Fenix. The healer had made sure he was right as rain and Mika had made it all possible, insisting that Beau meet with Fenix and get better. He had never really realized just how worried he could get when it came to illness. It had been a scary time for the yearling, and, now that he knew what he did, he was going to be more mindful of precautionary measures and try to avoid any serious injury so that this wouldn’t happen again.

But now there was another matter to tend to. Menagerie was gone and with it so was Wren. Beauregard had briefly run into Mercury but no search had turned up any of the missing. There was a twinge of guilt about that. He was meant to be a fighter, a protector, and he had let Wren down. Her disappearance, and the lack of closure with it, felt… wrong. Like he should still be out there looking for her, even if he didn’t know if he’d find her.

After their time with Fenix Beauregard had set off on a small journey of his own, promising his companions that he would return within a couple of days. He felt as though something was pulling him in the direction of Cedar Falls and so the yearling took up Trill and Blind and headed in that direction. He wasn’t sure what he would find there, if anything, but… he needed some time ‘alone’ to clear his head. Then he could come back to Mika, or Tan, or whichever other was out at the time and they could figure out where they were going from there.

Something was definitely off as Beauregard arrived in the lands. Despite it being winter in Auster the lands he stepped into were autumn-touched and the salmon were already leaping from the river as they swam upstream to spawn a second time. It was a curious sight… why would the seasons suddenly change, he wondered? Mother nature was taking some very odd turns this year it seemed. Because of that, the yearling was on guard, not sure why the seasons should change at all. With the Salmon running as they were he did not doubt that bears would be waking up and returning to the area to feed.

“Maybe I should have stayed with them…” Beau mumbled to himself. Blind peered up at the wolf as he spoke, her gaze almost appearing sympathetic for once. “You probably should have. Your body is doing better but your mind is still troubled.” The arctic fox pointed out. She bristled a little, glancing back toward the river. “...and be careful, will you? The smell of bear is thick around here. We could very well walk upon one fishing.”

Those words had no sooner left Blind’s lips before a great, shaggy grizzly came into sight. He was a hulking male, his dark, beady gaze focused on the river and the salmon. At least until he heard the approach of the young wolf. He lifted his head, tiny ears flicking back as he let out a challenging roar.

Great, just their luck.

Beauregard wasted no time in grabbing his blade. He didn’t think he would be able to take on a bear like this on his own, but perhaps he could scare it off? He kept his ears pinned, his heartbeat quickening in his chest. This wasn’t good. This was all sorts of not good at all.

The bear charged and Trill cried out from the air. Both Beauregard and Blind dodged the beast, Beau leaping to their left and the small fox leaping to their right. This was a grizzly in its prime, the energy of the bear felt as it charged past, grappling at nothing but air. Beauregard cast a look at his companions, debating their options. If they fought they could very well get overwhelmed by the other predator, and hurt… He gritted his teeth together and started to back away from the grizzly. Something would need to be done…

The bear turned, charging again, this time heading toward Blind. The fox bounded away again, leaving the bear to crash head-first into a tree. It was a short-lived victory, however, as the grizzly bellowed in pain and anger. “Great, I think we pissed it off!” Beauregard called to his grounded companion. His heartbeat was racing faster now, pending in his ears, and for the first time in his life, Beauregard had decided that the battle wasn’t worth it.

“Trill, Blind, come on! We’re getting out of here!” The ashen cream wolf waited long enough for Blind to circle around to him and then turned, bolting back the way he had come.

This was a fight for another day.

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Choose Your Battles

Summer, Year 18 (Solo Seasonal)

Beauregard