Silvertip Mountain sometimes it makes me wonder why i even bring the thunder

She had one task, to stand put and play guard should the attackers come her way. But as she waited, nothing came but the wails of a broken family. It wasn't the fury or meeting the ones they sought out, the ones they wished to steal the breath from. It was the sounds of sorrow, hatred, and possibly mourning.

Ira abandoned her duties, quick to follow the cries and see the scene for herself. Careful to stay away from the parents as the scene unfolded, the small broken bundle was clear, even from her place atop the cliff. Whatever happened here, there was not much time, if any to save what had been shattered. Does he breathe? Should there be a chance, she knew she must offer her assistance.

She could never leave a child in this state to give up on life. My pack has healers. Several at that and a well-stocked garden they had been working on should a situation arise. It seemed their preparation, might finally come in handy.