Bastillepaw didn't have to wait much longer, whether that be unlucky or not for him. The commander in question had been minding his business with a trap that managed to catch a rabbit by its neck. An occasion that Beck gladly excavated an age-old dagger from its hidden grave among roots for, sawing away at the rope to release the snare's grip around the limp rabbit. He was already resetting the snare with extra wire also stowed away in nearby brambles, knife gripped in his teeth as his paws were occupied with knotting and looping the snare back together -- a difficult task without thumbs, but muscle memory managed anyways. When the call for a "beak" disturbed his work, Beck seemed to be confused for a moment, glancing around in instinctive panic at the culprit. Oh, wait... beak was supposed to be Beck, right? A dignified nickname, if he did say so himself. At least it was better than Becky. Tilting his burnt snout to the air and catching a whiff of the same flowery and metallic scent that Starrynight carried with him, bloodless lips curled into an annoyed grimace at the realization. Oh, right, they were probably looking for that one pitiful creature -- she made a good pinata. A rattling sigh escaped from his lungs at the thought of leaving the rabbit behind without the chance to skin, dissect and mutilate it. Whoever so desperately needed his attention right now would be receiving the edge of his blade, that was certain.

    Even if it was well-known that Beck favored cloaking himself with the veil of nonexistence, it was still how the entity approached, seemingly floating dagger in tow. Bastillepaw was distracted by Amunet, who had been making her rounds like usual. The perfect chance to silence the foreign creature and hide him in a shallow grave. He was eerily close now, undetectable beyond the knife slowly lifting itself further and further above Bastillepaw's head in plain view of the two females present. The ancient blade trembled in his unseen grasp, trying to concentrate on keeping the knife poised to strike despite Fish's arrival. Just before he could backstab the unwelcomed visitor, his greedy eyes caught a glimpse of shining materials in the water spirit's clutches. The boy lost all focus completely, instead targeting the precious metals in Fish's claws and abandoning his stealth and dagger. Clumsily leaping over Bastille's shoulder, he skidded to a halt in front of Fish, scarred muzzle nosily sniffing at the diamonds she managed to find. Once a thief, always a thief. But mostly, Beck wanted to steal the "shinies" for his ever-accumulating collection. He would have forgotten about Bastillepaw entirely, if he hadn't looked over his shoulder and grimaced in disgust. "Ugh, it's you." That one ill-tempered asshole from the pointless visit. The commander rolled his bony shoulders in a shrug to excuse the fact that he was planning to stab him moments ago, and hissed through his jagged teeth, "Whattaya want?"

▼ — when the weak court death, they find it.

oh dear, drama in the clans? Say it isn't so!

A half grimace already graced his severe features - clan politics were both interesting and annoying, interesting because he had many a time played upon each and pulled strings in his less visible forms, playing the devil on the shoulders of many a leader given his domain but annoying when he wasn't doing such because the whole business was just a great hassle.

Not to mention the egos and pride of either, he couldn't begrudge them it but certainly it slowed down any progress when one tripped over an offence.

Still the nine foot draconic wolf moved to sit beside Amunet, bowing his head to her in greeting whilst whatever proceedings happened before them - idly he wondered if his own presence in a warring clan would somehow escalate the problem given his innate sense to seemingly cause such problems as well as end them with his own aura providing sparks to dry grass so to speak.

▲ — MALE. TANGLEWOOD. VERY HARD. REF. BIO. — ▲