Northstar Vale Lost but not forgotten.

He held his breath, for fear that the perhaps he had caught her on the fringe of life and death, for fear that he was too late. Had she passed during his search, it would mean failure. It would mean that Raheerah was not as loyal to his beloved Lham as he made himself out to be; it would mean that the monk had won, because he didn't love her as much as Tenzin did. But that would not be the case today, no. He would wrench her from the darkness. He would breathe life into her, somehow; because in his shadow, she suddenly shifted, and grasped for life once more. He felt his skin roll with chills as she raised her head and stared into the nothingness of his darkness.

She croaked her situation, but Raheerah was still in awe of all the relief and pleasure that came washing in at the sight of her moving. She was alive. He had made it in time. Now it was simply a matter of removing her. But she said she was stuck. Still his heart was beating faster than normal; the blood was rushing in his ears as he looked her over. He could not touch her. But she was struck - he would have to save his Goddess from the prison the debris had created for her.

When she forced part of his name into the air, a guttural whine emitted from his throat. He paced in front of her, debating whether or not he could hold her. It should be unquestionable. He needed to free her, but he did not desire to cast more pain upon her. The dragon moved to her side, then circled and paced to the other, single eye transfixed on the coywolf trapped beneath the snow. Finally, he made his decision. He paused, grunted, and began to desperately clear the snow away from her body. He disposed of it in large clumps, shoveling it away from her, taking extra care not to graze her fragile form. Once he had cleared the majority of it, or what he could get without causing more snow to collapse on top of her, he stopped in front of her.

Raheerah was stopped by only a fleeting hesitation before he lunged at her, wrapping his jaws around the back of her neck and pulling her free from the tomb. It took very little of his strength, for he was large and powerful and she less than half his size; with ease he removed her and released her in frantic urgency, laying her on the snow before him. He could only press back his ears and lick his nose, adopting an apologetic posture for sullying her mortal vessel with his fangs.