1/12/2025, 8:57 PM
The howl faded into the salty, frigid breeze.
No answer. Sverke knew the pack was busy with their other duties, but he still huffed out a vicious sigh with frustration. Energy tangled in his limbs, directionless but insistent. Sverke responded with pacing, tight circles not far from the girl's still form, his hackles stiff with alarm along his back as though this were a threat he could simply frighten off. He couldn't stop his mother's disappearance - he most certainly couldn't stop death.
He rather suspected he was the harbinger of it, in fact.
But the shuffle of paws on snow pulled Sverke from the path he was winding into the snow, deeper with each pass.
She was alive. Awake, even. The boy bounded to the younger pup's side in only a stride or two, reaching out with a paw to shake her shoulder firmly, insistent as an impatient toddler.
I have called for the healers.Sverke muttered, haste ridding his tone of the usual derision and replacing it with something more openly worried.
His ears slicked back, annoyance contorting his features in an effort to hide childish fear.
I am Sverke. If you will not tell me of your vision,Muttered in a near-growl, making it clear he still intended to know what she was keeping from him,
you will tell me your name, sister.
