They were heaving and pushing and Ezra wasnt all that sure if they were going to succeed or not. The three of them were then joined by four and Vitus was working on digging at the other end. They trunk creaked and groaned yet this and this only. Arvid redirected, a plan for half in digging and half in pushing.

Ezra's head lifted from between his forelegs while pushing the log. Enough time to see Fiadh hop over. Enough time to see his sister redirect her path from Arvid to the stranger too.

Fiadh offered a chance of explanation. Elli asked him what he was carrying over his shoulders. Ezra's response was evermore agressive, having zero fucks to give, especially with his dead, stiff father laying in the snow just there.

At the sight of the tresspasser (and Fiadh's confirmation he wasnt known here) Ezra spun around and trotted there after his sister with a snarl and warning snap of jaws. Yet alas, maybe he had come to help and yet - Erza would stop sudden. His sister's words came before his own. A white and ginger mangled thing. At first he froze at the thought of Journey but....

Arvid... A whispered breath for the King's attention.