2/13/2025, 6:29 AM
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SKILL : HEARTBROKEN ( 2 / 5 )
Ezra's words sounded distant, the nudge of his muzzle against her ear entirely detached from her. It wasn't until Vitus leaned into her that she was drawn back to the moment.
She blinked, almost starting, and her ears wilted as a complicated blend of emotions roiled beneath the surface. Elli hated being vulnerable, but she was unable to haul it back inside herself. Her shoulders drooped as she pressed her side to her brother, resting her tear-and-blood-streaked face against his paler ruff.
He reminded her they would have to free their father from his tomb of rubble and she nodded weakly. At least, this time, they had a body that could be retrieved. They had not been so fortunate with Ragnar.
Vitus pulled away and cold air rushed in where he had once been, and Elli used the chilling breeze to press herself to her paws. She traced her way to Ezra and began to dutifully pick away the rocks that held Leviathan in place.
They were soon joined by, not one, but three packmates who offered their help. Hollow eyes rested first on Arvid, the only acknowledgement of his words he would receive, and then the other two who filtered in. She knew neither of them in great detail, but a small part of her was grateful they had shown up to help.
Leviathan deserved to be honored by many, Elli thought. Though her father had been a distant source of paternal affection, he was still her papa. He was there even when her mother wasn't and then when Ragnar was taken - but now he, too, was gone.
Elli's gaze slid toward Fiadh as she suggested they dismantle the tree to loosen the rock slide and she wordlessly drifted to the woman's side. She began to hook her paws through the mish-mash of earth and packed rocks, attempting to coax the hard-won roots from their perilous claim. The stalwart trunk groaned with their combined effort and she switched tactics, pressing her paws against the base of it as she pushed her weight against it - away from the convergence of wolves. With any luck, a little more coercion from Fiadh or someone else would send it toppling.
She blinked, almost starting, and her ears wilted as a complicated blend of emotions roiled beneath the surface. Elli hated being vulnerable, but she was unable to haul it back inside herself. Her shoulders drooped as she pressed her side to her brother, resting her tear-and-blood-streaked face against his paler ruff.
He reminded her they would have to free their father from his tomb of rubble and she nodded weakly. At least, this time, they had a body that could be retrieved. They had not been so fortunate with Ragnar.
Vitus pulled away and cold air rushed in where he had once been, and Elli used the chilling breeze to press herself to her paws. She traced her way to Ezra and began to dutifully pick away the rocks that held Leviathan in place.
They were soon joined by, not one, but three packmates who offered their help. Hollow eyes rested first on Arvid, the only acknowledgement of his words he would receive, and then the other two who filtered in. She knew neither of them in great detail, but a small part of her was grateful they had shown up to help.
Leviathan deserved to be honored by many, Elli thought. Though her father had been a distant source of paternal affection, he was still her papa. He was there even when her mother wasn't and then when Ragnar was taken - but now he, too, was gone.
Elli's gaze slid toward Fiadh as she suggested they dismantle the tree to loosen the rock slide and she wordlessly drifted to the woman's side. She began to hook her paws through the mish-mash of earth and packed rocks, attempting to coax the hard-won roots from their perilous claim. The stalwart trunk groaned with their combined effort and she switched tactics, pressing her paws against the base of it as she pushed her weight against it - away from the convergence of wolves. With any luck, a little more coercion from Fiadh or someone else would send it toppling.