a silent film he'd watched a thousand times before
The realization came quickly once the sounds and smells from within the cave resolved into something unmistakable. Marcus did not hesitate. He drove his wings downward and pulled away from the outcropping, letting the wind catch beneath him and carry him into a steep climb. He heard the sound of the peryton coming with him, as the experience of nearly coming face to face with an ursur flooded through him and made his head feel light as he climbed the wind.
The land widened beneath him as he angled toward the distant cluster where Deimos and the others had gathered. From this height, they appeared as small interruptions against the endless white, a broken geometry of figures gathered around a single point. One hunter found. The quiet relief that followed was brief but grounding, a reminder that the search was not yet lost, and that for now the ursur was content with whatever it was eating. He descended enough to stay within a current that could hold and carry him far, but close enough to be heard at the edges of the bond.
Seeing that they had their first rescued victim under their hands -- paws? -- he widened into a slow scouting circle above them, scanning the surrounding terrain with sharpened focus. If one hunter had made it this far, the others might have scattered nearby, perhaps injured, disoriented, and seeking whatever shelter the tundra offered.
I’ll keep sweeping outward. He relayed, steady and present.
Marcus continues to scout for signs of anyone else!
The land widened beneath him as he angled toward the distant cluster where Deimos and the others had gathered. From this height, they appeared as small interruptions against the endless white, a broken geometry of figures gathered around a single point. One hunter found. The quiet relief that followed was brief but grounding, a reminder that the search was not yet lost, and that for now the ursur was content with whatever it was eating. He descended enough to stay within a current that could hold and carry him far, but close enough to be heard at the edges of the bond.
Seeing that they had their first rescued victim under their hands -- paws? -- he widened into a slow scouting circle above them, scanning the surrounding terrain with sharpened focus. If one hunter had made it this far, the others might have scattered nearby, perhaps injured, disoriented, and seeking whatever shelter the tundra offered.
I’ll keep sweeping outward. He relayed, steady and present.
Marcus continues to scout for signs of anyone else!
marcus olson
