DEIMOS
The Sword pointed forward, dragging the sled along behind. He’d have to ditch it before they became too close, as it would make far too much noise, decent runners or not, if they clambered upon some ice. He had no intentions of derailing anything else; much less hunting, by way of foolishness.The mention of the letter, and naught else to be done, seemed like the current predicament. Biding time and waiting games, calculations rendered upon another, advice only to be shared, and others to act upon them as they saw fit. So Deimos nodded, withholding another sigh threatening to curl through his lungs, boil through his veins, linger in the threshold of every other frustration. Even Sah’s response to his own portions had some levity, but naught that the Sword would place within or on another. He’d already made enough errors. There was no need to involve the other Abandoned either. “Thank you. Unfortunately I think this is my burden to bear.” Consequences and punishments rendered – but gods damned he refused to bend his head out here. He lifted it back up, eyes searching over the horizon, listening for the shudder of wings signaling Belial’s return.
Except there was another distraction, and he turned his head over his shoulder at the influx of another addition to the party. A cub; clearly wolfish, following and traipsing along with Sah, even if that apparently not been the directions granted. “Congratulations?” He offered, presuming some companionship had been settled beforehand, or Sah had somehow acquired a new pet.
He was something solid
to lean against
violent and fierce and unmoving
