when so many have died
Noah was just as confused as Wessex was. Apparently, in the Hollowed Grounds, a nod did not mean agreement to a plan. The hunter bit his lip in frustration. Noah had intended to draw the creature's attention towards the demi-goddess, as she had suggested. Instead, she teleported up near Eira. Fine, then, Noah thought as Eira turned golden eyes on the woman. The hunter sent the command to his bonded as the two legends of the frozen mountains began their assault on each other. While Eira could not communicate with Wessex as she could other, powerful attuned, she still tried. The griffin turned her head towards the ice giant and lifted her paw, claws extended.
Then, she swooped. The griffin moved elegantly and silently, bred and created for this type of assault. She was a warrior queen in the snow, despite her kind nature. Her body was honed to be able to decimate and capture all prey her heart intended. With extended claws, Eira changed direction slightly and aimed to scratch the back of the frost giant's neck as it swung a mighty arm at the ursur--impacting and nearly ramming the polar bear creature over.
The scratch was not much on leathery skin, but as Eira retreated straight up, it was enough to get the frost giant to turn his torso towards the mouth of the cave. The ursur took the opportunity, as Noah commanded, and barreled for the giant's knees. Noah thought as hard as he could at Wessex, but without the touch of the old gods, his thoughts were left unheard.
wait for it
