As Marcus and Belial drifted downward and closer, they’d be able to make out the two distinct figures. The Olson would recognize them as several well-known hunters, and certainly his father would know them, Barbara Cross and Rhyver Woodley, tucked up against what likely was a snow-embedded boulder. It was difficult to discern if they were wounded, frozen solid, or simply striving to survive, ducked down by stone, but Deimos nodded, already beginning to form another plotline and needs to the next maneuver. Headed your way, Marcus. Are they injured? It would help with some means of preparation, but Zuriel had done all she could for the other hunter; she’d be tending right alongside them.
Once Bucket was loaded into the sled, there were the others. Turning to Calypso, he tilted his head. Can you fly to Marcus and my peryton? We will follow close behind. That way they’d have another warm body to assist and aid. Glancing at Lyra, he took another long, slow breath, calculations on edge. If you stay with him on the sled, maneuvering his jaw towards Bucket’s frame, figuring her support and warmth would ensure he didn’t completely collapse on them (as it was, he seemed to be steady, nodding to a couple of the soldiers. I will pull us along. And he’d be able to follow Belial’s whereabouts overhead, listening to the sound of the companion’s hoots and hollers.
Ensuring everyone understood the orders, he hastened back to the vessel, snagging at the rope with his teeth and pulling ahead.
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Two more hunters have been found and off the party goes~
Once Bucket was loaded into the sled, there were the others. Turning to Calypso, he tilted his head. Can you fly to Marcus and my peryton? We will follow close behind. That way they’d have another warm body to assist and aid. Glancing at Lyra, he took another long, slow breath, calculations on edge. If you stay with him on the sled, maneuvering his jaw towards Bucket’s frame, figuring her support and warmth would ensure he didn’t completely collapse on them (as it was, he seemed to be steady, nodding to a couple of the soldiers. I will pull us along. And he’d be able to follow Belial’s whereabouts overhead, listening to the sound of the companion’s hoots and hollers.
Ensuring everyone understood the orders, he hastened back to the vessel, snagging at the rope with his teeth and pulling ahead.
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Two more hunters have been found and off the party goes~
Deimos
we're all killers
