Finally, at long last a thin coat of fur had grown back on Gavroche’s body. His feathers were growing back in as well but, strangely enough the patterns were different from the ones he had been born with. Gav didn't understand why, but he was relieved to be getting fur and feathers back after dealing with agonizingly long months of being naked. He had been so embarrassed hanging around Bellatrix during that time, especially since she insisted he didn’t need his cloak around her… Gavroche thought differently. It didn’t feel proper to be so exposed around his best friend. But hell, after seeing him like that did he really have anything else he needed to hide from her?

That morning Gavroche was alone, walking into one of Auster’s territories after making the promise to meet with Trixy here. She had told him that the dam had also been part of Norad’s territory before the pack was given up to protect Nolan. Gavroche’s heart ached knowing that the boy had been threatened, that his family had been threatened over a pack of all things. Why couldn’t the strangers just make their own instead of uprooting a family? He didn’t understand how the pack hierarchy worked at all! But he didn’t bring that up to Trixy… he was sure it was a sore subject after all.

The scent of water was strong as he stepped onto the lush grass. From where he stood he could see that parts of the territory were flooded, and a look around made it easy to see why. Dams, built by the beavers that had been left unchecked with the fall of the pack, had sprung up just about everywhere. At least some of the local wildlife was enjoying the extra water. A family of ducks were swimming in the water, quacking happily. Gavroche’s stomach rumbled watching them. Right… he had skipped breakfast to come out here. Maybe when Trixy got there they could grab a bite to eat before they hung out?

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"Speech," 'Thought.'

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Bellatrix

Trixy was lounging about this morning. She'd stayed pretty close to where her and Gav had promised to meet up, excitement at getting to hang out with Gav more keeping her up late. Though that mattered little to Trixy, she was always going to be a early morning waker and likely a late night sleeper. She glanced at the rising sun and as soon as it was close to where it needed to be to keep her promise to Gav she rolled to her paws, a shake given to her sleep ruffled pelt to fix it in place better.

She was off then. Paws eating at the ground. Frank was given the okay to just relax and be happy where he was munching on fresh sprigs of grass. She figured no one would mess with him and even if they did he wasn't easy to catch. She had seen the amount of water the dam had to offer now, with Norad not keeping the Beavers in check the dam was starting to get bigger and bigger. That was okay though, since beavers were good eating too, if you could catch them. Plus their dams made excellent bridges to cross the ponds they made. She moved across one of those dams with a grin on her face, mismatched gaze scanning for her friend, while her ears pricked to the sound of ducks somewhere near.

It didn't take her long to find her friend, and to her amazement he wasn't wearing the cloak to cover his bald form from her. Even more surprising was that he was starting to regrow his fur, though it didn't look the same as before. Even his feathers were different. Her grin spread wide on her face as she strode right on up to his side. Something had his attention and she looked out at the water to where he was. "Some one looks hungry. Wanna get some? Couldn't be that hard to catch." She didn't wanna comment on his new fur just yet in case it was a sore spot.

"Talk, 'Think.'
A million dreams for the world we're gonna make

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Gavroche stood there and watched the ducks as they made their way through the flooded grass. They were noisy, loudly announcing their presence before they picked at some of the wet leafy goodness under the surface. His tail swished thoughtfully behind him… hunting rodents on land was one thing, but trying to grab prey from the water would be another. The water didn't look very deep where they were but that didn't mean it couldn't get deeper. Gavroche didn't mind swimming but he knew he wasn't the fastest swimmer out there… there was no way he’d be able to keep up with them if they took off… but maybe if he stayed in the shallow parts he could use his dexterous digits to grab ahold of the earth below the surface to help steady himself?

His intentions had to have been written all over on his face because when Trixy showed up she commented on it. An embarrassed twitch of his ears were given before the boy turned to look at her. “I was thinking about it… though hunting them on the water could prove more difficult. The ducklings can't fly like their parents but… they can swim pretty fast, right?” Gav’s expression was thoughtful as he looked out over the water. Would it make more sense to circle around to the other bank and try from there? He frowned and looked back at Bellatrix. She knew more about hunting than he did.

“I’m not sure what the best way to approach them is though… you've never hunted ducks before?”

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