They moved, putting things into motion, operating as a team to ensure survival for the remaining, scattered party out amongst the wilderness. Once everyone had arrived and assessed the situation, the portions looked far more dire than with Bucket (now ensconced on the sled with a blanket) – perhaps both had been exposed longer, or beheld sharper, harsher injuries. Marcus, Lyra, and Calypso would see, that blood seeped below both, and their unmoving status suggested other harsher circumstances. With a shake of his head, Zuriel was beside both, lowering her horn to start healing mangled portions. We need to warm them up (and quickly) Deimos suggested again, well before the thought of moving them. If the unicorn could concentrate on the mending, or if Lyra wanted to grab her ring…
Then there was a noise, hovering about the snow some yards away. His ears twitched back and forth, head shooting straight up as he leaned into Rhyver’s form, brows furrowing. Marcus, can you see what that is? From the skies, preferably, keeping himself out of danger and alarm, and ensuring they weren’t lingering amidst an impending trap either – there was a reason they’d all been so battered.
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Heal, lend warmth, or go check out the nearby noise!
Then there was a noise, hovering about the snow some yards away. His ears twitched back and forth, head shooting straight up as he leaned into Rhyver’s form, brows furrowing. Marcus, can you see what that is? From the skies, preferably, keeping himself out of danger and alarm, and ensuring they weren’t lingering amidst an impending trap either – there was a reason they’d all been so battered.
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Heal, lend warmth, or go check out the nearby noise!
Deimos
we're all killers
