ISKRA
There shouldn't be such victory in seeing the poor thing utterly pummeled beneath the three of them, but it rises all the same within Iskra, a fist pump chasing the vanishing beast as it finally falls to defeat. It does remind Iskra though, just how much training he stills need to accomplish, and how utterly vulnerable he still is, dashing any feelings of invincibility or pride he might have originally carted into this hunt. He'd be dead right now if he'd done this on his own. Only with the might of Deimos and Jack did he survive, and even then, he'd still been injured.
Seeming on the same train of thought, Iskra glances over as Deimos asks after him, forcing the reality deeper into place. "Ah, yeah, I'm all good now. Thanks to Zuriel." He offers the unicorn a more appropriate dip of his head in gratitude now that the heat of the moment is cooling.
With no better guess now to offer for their next attempt, Iskra shrugs a bit noncommittally. "Maybe the larger ones back that way. Could be hiding behind them." Convinced the coast is clear for the time being, Iskra pinches his lips with a shrill whistle, releasing Goose from fucking off, to which the husky bounds back happily.
Iskra suggests the massive barrows to the left
Seeming on the same train of thought, Iskra glances over as Deimos asks after him, forcing the reality deeper into place. "Ah, yeah, I'm all good now. Thanks to Zuriel." He offers the unicorn a more appropriate dip of his head in gratitude now that the heat of the moment is cooling.
With no better guess now to offer for their next attempt, Iskra shrugs a bit noncommittally. "Maybe the larger ones back that way. Could be hiding behind them." Convinced the coast is clear for the time being, Iskra pinches his lips with a shrill whistle, releasing Goose from fucking off, to which the husky bounds back happily.
Iskra suggests the massive barrows to the left
This thing we call life has been taking its toll
