Fairspell Meadow the sound of silence

Black sage? Bazi cursed herself for a lifelong tendency to dismiss the plant fangirling of healers and apothecaries. There was a disdain for it buried in her bones. "We'll find them - all of those," she hurried to promise, but her ears had picked up an ominous sound. The muffled thud-thud of something heavy on the approach. It was still far off, but moving at a pace that suggested Morran and her crew had picked up the scent of fleeing wolves again. It was time to move.

Bazi swatted Swift's eyeball out of the way - it was no use wasting time trying to bury it. As gently as the need for speed would allow, she seized Swift by the scruff of his neck and hoisted him off the ground. Despite her best efforts, his toes touched the ground - @Allure II would have to help. "AURR!" Bazi yelled through mouthful's of her son's fur, calling in the direction her daughter had gone. Whatever water she had found was useless to them now. The exhausted alpha began to move, moving crab-like in an westerly direction with one eye searching the darkness for her daughter.