5/21/2025, 12:54 AM
Tiberii began to dig at the voice's behest, and Solulfur stood by and inspected their surroundings for signs of that unfortunate lethal plague that seemed to be spreading. It didn't take long for it to be apparent the rune was not buried shallow, and then the Sun-wolf procured her assistance, digging until her usually pristine fur was resembling of her father's fur-tone and mud stuck the strands into unfortunate clumps that hung around her neck and elbows.
Solulfur's expression was one of extreme petulance, but her energy returned once the rune was found. The rune at the pair's paws pulsed and glowed, brighter, then brighter still, until it cracked in half. Solulfur squeaked in alarm, pawing frantically at Tiberii's side.
IT BROKE-She wheezed, panicked - how on earth were they going to fix it - when the voice started up again.
The voice spoke within her mind, an unnerving blend of the Visitor's language and the translation overlapping like an overeager echo within the confines of Solulfur's skull. It seemed the Rune breaking was normal. They were beckoned elsewhere - it seemed the Artifact was now here. She offered Tiberii a conspiratorial, unsure look in response, although the Visitor's beckons did urge her paws to begin moving no matter how weary they were.
