but the wolf is always there, even when i can't see it
He wouldn’t miss this for anything. After all, he’d helped build the shrine, so he supposes it’s only expected of him to show up for it as well. And so, here he is, patched up by Isla and healed almost fully by this point, slipping in through the little section they’d carved out, content to not get stuck within it again, especially as he rises back out of it to the other side where the shrine sits. He’s soaking wet, but he does nothing to fix the majority of it aside from shaking off the metal arm.
And once that’s done, his gaze finds Nate, watching as he steps forward and takes a breath, yet no words come out. He spies the gesture and he’s quick to try and alleviate any worry the demigod might have when it comes to the activation, stepping up quickly to stand beside Nate and dip his head in a small bow, eyes focused entirely on the shrine for their goddess. Before he begins, though, his metal shoulder bumps into Nate’s, a low thrum of a sound leaving him in a whisper only for Nate’s ears to hear. “Ya did great, kid.”
He settles in again, every ounce of him focused on the shrine, reaching out in all the ways he knows how. “We know that you're always with us, so I'm sure you must know that the shrine has been rebuilt.” He pauses, casting a glance to any others that might have joined. “All we ask is to have your light shine through it, to help us remain bright in the face of Torchline's sun.” His head lifts, his oceanic gaze slipping to Nate’s face with an encouragingly gentle fanged smile.
And once that’s done, his gaze finds Nate, watching as he steps forward and takes a breath, yet no words come out. He spies the gesture and he’s quick to try and alleviate any worry the demigod might have when it comes to the activation, stepping up quickly to stand beside Nate and dip his head in a small bow, eyes focused entirely on the shrine for their goddess. Before he begins, though, his metal shoulder bumps into Nate’s, a low thrum of a sound leaving him in a whisper only for Nate’s ears to hear. “Ya did great, kid.”
He settles in again, every ounce of him focused on the shrine, reaching out in all the ways he knows how. “We know that you're always with us, so I'm sure you must know that the shrine has been rebuilt.” He pauses, casting a glance to any others that might have joined. “All we ask is to have your light shine through it, to help us remain bright in the face of Torchline's sun.” His head lifts, his oceanic gaze slipping to Nate’s face with an encouragingly gentle fanged smile.
VARUS
