The Sunspire I cried "dear god, I am your child -- send your angels down."

Donovan trudges up the slippery slope of this mountainside. Ears pressed flat to his skull in concentration and a moderate amount of pain, he freezes as another howl reaches out into the sky. A reply to his previous howls — Riley. It seems the sly bastard is still alive, which is a plus, now getting to him his his next problem. He’s near enough to hear him over the rain, so all he can do is continue onward.

He goes on this way for a solid fifteen more minutes. Slowly making his way up the side of the mountain. He couldn’t wait soon enough to see the ground leveling out. He no longer has to put effort into walking. His muscles relax and he’s sighing in relief. Rainwater dripping down his muscular form and into his eyes he wipes a heavy, muddy paw over them in an attempt to sooth the burn of water running into them but he only succeeds in smearing mud over his cheek.

He takes a few more paces and finds the dark pelaged wolf just before him. He perks up and a smile comes to his maw. Even though he’s tired he gathers the strength to trot over to the other. A barely audible, “Riley.” comes from his maw.

He stands before him drinking in his wounds and that smile turns into a frown. “Are you okay? Have you been stuck up here?” He asks, worry present in his voice.