1/9/2025, 8:50 PM
His sister was dying, he was sure of it now. Nonsense spilled past her blood-stained jaws, filling the air between them with a rasping mantra of terror and grief that underlined her voice; heavy in a way he wouldn't have expected from one so young.
Sverke clacked his teeth together, finding the habit grounding as well as a very audible warning that he intended to be in control here - and efforts to usurp that would be met with the Spear's wrath.
You already said that, but here is where you are. Remember who you are.Sverke spat, tail lashing by his flanks.
This isn't my home, and Sverke snorted, in an effort not to flinch under the piercing glare of the girl's grief-stricken, contorted expression - making her blood-smeared face even more of a frightening sight. Sverke left his shoulder where he'd placed it, hoping to feel the younger pup lean her weight against it, but recoiled with the entirety of his head - flinging his chin up with a sneer and wide two-toned eyes, edged in white. He didn't know what to do about the bleeding nor the fevered distraught fit the girl was grasped in. He certainly didn't know how to comfort her, and was considering very sincerely merely grasping her by the scruff and hauling her bodily to a healer when her eyes rolled back and she fell over, dead.
Or, wait - not dead. Fainted.
Sverke was not going to admit he was scared. Not in the face of danger, not in the face of his dying sister. He'd never seen a wolf die before. He wondered if he should run, hide, try to mask his involvement from his father's watchful eye. Tyr would not be pleased to know of Sverke's failure, and he would be upset that one of his children died, surely. Sverke was not going to admit he was scared. But he did give a quiet little whine, low in his throat as he stared at the pup, just to express the sickening flips his stomach was doing.
Sister. Wake. Your fight does not end here.Sverke lifted his chin, forcing a commanding snarl into his otherwise wavering voice.
No response, of course. He prodded at her, wishing to the gods Asgeir were there, before snapping out an explosive sigh.
Howling it was, then. He hoped it wouldn't summon the wolves he didn't want seeing the girl in this state.
