Bramblepoint The Parting Glass

As she dug and pulled the earth away, adrenaline caused her to tremble. Seeing what she thought was movement, she finally cleared the way to witness Shrike lifting his muzzle to breathe oxygen he desperately needed. She was panting as she stood there before him, turning her face away from him in case a trace of salty tears had been left to shine on her dark face. She pawed at her face briefly, feigning dirt in her eye, then looked back at the very much alive Gamma with an unapologetic huff.

She half-stifled a laugh when he belittled her promise-keeping resolve, then grinned at him and refrained from childishly pointing out that he hadn’t actually specified how long she should seal the den for. She also refrained from mentioning that he still looked like shit, or that she was indescribably happy to see that he was alive. When he proceeded to joke about how many lives he was supposed to get, she laughed again.

"Two, obviously," she quickly quipped as if it was something he should have known. Wagging her tail, she made a motion with her muzzle for him to climb out of the tomb so they could seal it once again, but behind him this time.

"If you’re through with the dramatics and brushes with death, let’s bury this corpse and go home," she offered. She was still exhausted, but she was sure he would agree they should finish their task quickly. They would take it as slow as he needed to, but they needed to go back and face Peregrine.