Hoshor Plains next to you I'll lay my bones

Beau couldn't help how his tail wagged, pushing him forward. He wouldn't yet close the distance.

You can call me Beau Cassidy, good to meet you Ishara. He answered in earnest, offering her a smile. Lying about his name wasn't a habit Beau had fallen into - why would he hurt his mama like that?

He liked her name, Ishara. It rolled off of his tongue so pleasantly, he could have repeated it again and again.. if he got lucky, maybe he would. Just for today.