He had heard sad calls before, and some of them had ended well.
Others… not so much.
In the end he could not avoid it, drawn to it as inexorably as any moth to its pyre. He trotted through the thick jungle underbrush, white fur dappled in shadow, until he reached the edge of the pool, the source of the call—
And quite the gathering already there. Flashes of memory – of snow behemoths and scaled sirens – gave him pause for a moment, but Isuma pressed comfortingly against his side, reminding him of the good that could come from such things. Besides, Adam had given him a little bit of a bump to keep helping where he could.
Still, with so many Attuned and mages gathered around, there might not be much he could do that others couldn’t do better. For the time being he stayed hidden with his companion, watching and listening with all his senses.
And sending pulses of comfort and soothing, wordless music through his beastmaster ability to the anguished creature in the pool.
Others… not so much.
In the end he could not avoid it, drawn to it as inexorably as any moth to its pyre. He trotted through the thick jungle underbrush, white fur dappled in shadow, until he reached the edge of the pool, the source of the call—
And quite the gathering already there. Flashes of memory – of snow behemoths and scaled sirens – gave him pause for a moment, but Isuma pressed comfortingly against his side, reminding him of the good that could come from such things. Besides, Adam had given him a little bit of a bump to keep helping where he could.
Still, with so many Attuned and mages gathered around, there might not be much he could do that others couldn’t do better. For the time being he stayed hidden with his companion, watching and listening with all his senses.
And sending pulses of comfort and soothing, wordless music through his beastmaster ability to the anguished creature in the pool.
