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Eske is grateful when Thuringwethil pulls her from the cavern they have taken refuge in and gives her opportunity to step outside. The rain is relentless and Eske is soaked to her bone but she much rather be soaking wet than cooped up in the cavern for longer than she necessarily has to. She has never dealt well with being cooped up, far too claustrophobic to stand it for more than a few days at a time. Sea blue-green eyes squint against the pelting rain but she keeps pace with Heda easily, deigning to stick close to the commander’s side. Eske expects them to stop at the borders but when they push forth, past the markings she is surprised but does not question Heda about it. It just meant that she had longer to spend outside — unfavorable conditions notwithstanding — before she had to go back to the pressing claustrophobia of the cavern.

After a bit of walking Eske is drawn to a stop and attention as Heda stops and then motions her forward to investigate. Upon the sand is a black …shape, of what Eske cannot be sure from this distance. With soaked hackles bristling along her spine she approaches cautiously, muscles tensing as she readies herself for a fight unsure yet whether it is inanimate or not. The closer she draws the more she realizes that it is a living thing — it’s body wracking in visible tremors — and she thinks, though she is not sure, that it is wolf. Or at the very least, part wolf. The pungent scent of blood stale and fresh hangs in the damp air around the shape. “Heda, it is a wolf, or part wolf, I think,” Eske calls back over her shoulder to her commander, not taking her eyes off the trembling woman before her lest she lash out. “She’s hurt.” The Cheka concludes and pushes forth, cautiously, a few more steps. “It's ok, I’m not going to hurt you I promise.” Eske croons softly to the trembling woman, unsure if she is even conscious, trying to be reassuring though admittedly this is the first time Eske ever had to be reassuring towards anyone and isn’t quite sure how to go about it.
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a grey mist on the sea’s face - by Coelacanth - May 28, 2017, 01:47 PM
RE: a grey mist on the sea’s face - by Antumbra - May 29, 2017, 08:31 AM
RE: a grey mist on the sea’s face - by RIP Blodreina - June 11, 2017, 04:26 AM
RE: a grey mist on the sea’s face - by Coelacanth - June 12, 2017, 08:46 PM
RE: a grey mist on the sea’s face - by Antumbra - June 21, 2017, 02:37 PM
RE: a grey mist on the sea’s face - by RIP Blodreina - June 25, 2017, 05:21 AM
RE: a grey mist on the sea’s face - by Coelacanth - July 07, 2017, 06:21 AM
RE: a grey mist on the sea’s face - by Antumbra - July 11, 2017, 10:53 PM
RE: a grey mist on the sea’s face - by RIP Blodreina - July 15, 2017, 05:55 AM
RE: a grey mist on the sea’s face - by Coelacanth - July 22, 2017, 11:32 AM