Anodyne Sea

Once finally given the opportunity to rest, he was reminded of the soreness of his limbs by the relief they felt. An agitated rumble persisted through his chords. His shoulders slumped and his head hung, and he waited silently for his wife to find him; eventually he could see her form across the snows, tawny and gold, sticking out against the debris. He raised his head only slightly to observe her approach, and rotated his ears like curious satellites to the sound of her voice just barely above the whistling of the wind.

He had not yet found his Lham, and she wished for him to surrender? To cease his searching? He could not - who knew how long it would be before he actually found her? Who knew how long she could survive where ever it was that she was trapped? Raheerah's lips upturned in a frown as he returned the flame of his gaze to her. "Iii caan noottt." The dragon answered lowly, seeking her gaze. Surely she would understand, wouldn't she? Did she not feel the same way about their packmates? "Ii muuusst fiind Lhhaaam." He added, sucking in a long breath of air through his nostrils before turning his head away. His sights landed to the slump of debris that would stretch further up the mountainside, to places where he had yet to search.

He didn't care if she did not desire to help him, or even Acacia, and he would be damned to allow the monk to step anywhere near his Lham. The beast grunted quietly and sniffed at the winds again before turning back to Xi'nuata, at a loss for anything else to tell her.