DEIMOS
Sah seemed to comprehend the implications, and he could remain innocent for another day. Not immersed in the waves of rebellion, in the course of sedition, in the threat of insurrection. It’d be better that way for all of them.He dragged the sled and listened to the explanations, the impetus for the cub’s appearance – newfound companions, found in the depths of the Greatwood, bonded and hastened to other things besides the thickets and groves. “Understandable,” loosened from his jaws, from his mouth, and he gestured with half a smile, thinking back to Belial’s moments in the snow – screams upon screams, only to find the peryton had been the ningo butcher. At the notions thereafter, his eyes riveted from the youth and back to the unicorn. Zuriel as a babysitter would be far more preferable than Lilly rampaging after a deer and being trampled, kicked in the head, or some other traumatic, devastating injury. The unicorn could heal, but couldn’t absolve death.
“That would be fine,” he nodded and agreed, before Belial coasted back with a welcoming bleat, turning, shifting, and pointing them in the right direction again.
He was something solid
to lean against
violent and fierce and unmoving
