DEIMOS
The warrior tied off the second reindeer, ensuring it wouldn’t be leaving the sled either. Once he was content with his knots, he gave a firm pat to Zuriel, relieved of her babysitter duties, and bearing no need to heal, still receiving a treat from his pockets as a reward for all the potential ruin they might’ve faced. Belial seemed to have had his fill, and rampaged along the sides of the instrument, intending to march and bombard with its movements and motions as Deimos pulled it along. "I can show you some of the needles when we return," he noted and rumbled; so that the once-wolf would have another useful mode of knowledge under his belt. At the question, the beast pondered, noting the amount of room still left in the device. He often volleyed in between rationale and avaricious, depending on the context and subject matter. The reindeer herd had long since moved on in their cutting and slicing, but that didn’t mean other things hadn’t. “I think we are fine with these, but perhaps we will see something on the way back.” The option left open, and with a tilt of his head, he aimed to drag the led down the small knoll, nodding towards Sah to grab the back end so it didn’t immediately fall and bound.
Curiosity maintained, especially with recent discussions, and evading his own problems, his eyes rounded back to the other Abandoned. “Have you spoken to any of the heralds?”
He was something solid
to lean against
violent and fierce and unmoving
