[PQ] His Dying Wish

Ashe And when you're scared so bad you gotta dig your nails into your palm white knuckles    The large paws of a jet black wolf devoured the earth as Ashe tore across the Hollowed Grounds. It was easy enough to pick up their scents through the muddied sea of what the mob left behind.    Honestly, Ashe had not been planning on coming here today. She was angry, she was hurting, she was fucking miserable, but who the fuck needed time to deal with that, right? It was the race to the Spire - who would win, Naturals or Outlanders? The wolf snuffed as she neared, golden eyes glinting with irritation at that.    It didn't matter who got the barrier down, as long as someone did, and she wasn't going to sit idly by knowing she could have done something. Not when her only chance to bring Ronin back depended on this. She padded up to stand beside her mother, tongue hanging from canine jaws as she nudged her nose into Vai's hand, leaned her shoulder against her hip. Then in a flash, a small raven-haired woman garbed in her black assassin's gear stood beside the witch, fire-blue eyes glancing at those gathered... giving Roana a pointed look that said 'Yes I'm fucking here, alright?' Tentative bridges.    Lightning flickered over her shoulder as she looked up at Vai, frowning slightly. "This won't be safe," Ashe said cautiously, eyeing the bump that held her growing sibling. She wouldn't hesitate to do anything it took to keep them safe. You gotta hit so hard so they know that this was never their world red knuckles