Dull wolven claws continued their work and even Wardruna would use her jaws where she could safely to bite and pull at a chunk to let it tumble and slid across the slick part of floor where the heat of their working bodies stood. In times Wardruna would shove hard into the wall with her shoulder and side to help loosen bits. Yet it became evidant that while it was working with time, it wasn't just the back wall they were breaking apart, but the ceiling of the very cavern which they stood in. Ice stalagmites falling amd crashing around them, causing Wardruna to jump in her place.

Holy fuck, that one was close! So close, it caused a plea from the seer at her side.

If she stayed here in this cave with him, they might both be crushed. Might even live, yet faced with being trapped and dying a far slower, more agonizing death there after. Wardruna, like Vitus, like all of her family (at least spoken allowed, if not truly) did not fear death. For death was one which only extended this life here. Vitus knew this, surely, but it was not their very own selves which they thought of now. Wardruna did not want to cause her people (what was left of them) to suffer because of her stubbornness to stand at her nephew's side.

I - but... Her voice trailing off as the please comes from Vitus then. According to him, the seer had a glimpse into his future. Knew that today was not the day he died. Of course, he could have been lying but what was the point of a Seer which you could not trust his word for, when it was he you went to for questoons of the gods, of the future, of fate?

Okay. She would say then with a reluctantance and made way to the slice of opening where she could shimmy herself back out into the open tundra.