a silent film he'd watched a thousand times before
What had been indistinct forms swallowed by snow quickly became fabric, limbs, and the unmistakable stillness of bodies that had run out of strength before they found safety. His wings faltered for half a beat as recognition struck. Only a few years older than he was, Rhyver lay half-curled against a shallow drift, one arm thrown across his face. A few feet away, Ms. Cross was slumped against a low rise of stone, posture rigid in that dangerous way that suggested cold had settled deep into muscle and bone. He had just seen these two go out on a hunt with his father, the day that Nova had visited the Lodge.
Seeing them like this twisted something sharp in his chest. He forced himself into focus.
Rhycer and Ms. Cross!! The eagle cried both over the attuned bond and as an eagle’s cry over the tundra air. He couldn’t remember if either of them were attuned, but he hoped one of them would hear him along with his party. Marcus circled lower, careful not to startle as Caly came down with him, sparks flittering from her feathers. He looked for injuries, assessing for blood and gore on the ice, snow, and on their persons.
Marcus calls out who he has found and tries to assess if they need medical attention
Seeing them like this twisted something sharp in his chest. He forced himself into focus.
Rhycer and Ms. Cross!! The eagle cried both over the attuned bond and as an eagle’s cry over the tundra air. He couldn’t remember if either of them were attuned, but he hoped one of them would hear him along with his party. Marcus circled lower, careful not to startle as Caly came down with him, sparks flittering from her feathers. He looked for injuries, assessing for blood and gore on the ice, snow, and on their persons.
Marcus calls out who he has found and tries to assess if they need medical attention
marcus olson
