Her ears fanned back as he spoke of his inability, or rather it was that he did not want to stop his search. In either instance, she looked to him, her sights fixed upon the flame of his single eye as he bore into her intently. The frown upon his lips was matched only by her own.
“Raheerah please,” her chords were firm and steady, hoping to draw his wandering eye from the earth to look to her instead. His fullest attention her own rather than divided between the woman before him and the one he could not see. “It would make more sense for the whole effort of the pack to help with the search rather than you continuing on your own,” she stated. Yet even as those words left her lips there was doubt. Too few of their numbers had surfaced from the snow, and those she had seen were either shaken or left broken. The strength of the pack had suffered a horrid blow dealt by nature. They needed what strength they could muster in this moment rather than risk another falling due to his private pursuit. And what was more… they were without direction now.
The elder monk had proven himself incapable of controlling the beast of the mountain, and because of it, he was a crumpled form beside his cherished Chenrezig, lost to his own thoughts and the darkness of his dreams. Then there was Dawa… trapped beneath the snow. Frowning, she looked to her companion, her mate, near grumbling in his presence as her voice took on a stronger eminence, one fit for the place she had believed herself to hold. Though in heart, she felt as lost as those that were found and left awaiting.
“Raheerah. You must stop this and come back with me now.” Her tail lashed behind her. “You have left us without direction in the wake of your anger. If you will not rest, then at least see to your brethren. Start there before you dismiss us completely…” |