King Elk Forest The 'Big' man

He wished he was better. He wished he was stronger. He wished he could hold his ground, like Vidaar, like Venere.

But he wasn’t.

And he couldn’t.

He let go of his brother when Venere charged at him, released his hold with a panicked cry.

Why wouldn’t they ever listen to him?

Vaska scuttled back, and hardly noticed how Kevalin set himself up as a barricade between himself and Venere. His eyes blurred with the onset of spluttering tears. If Venere didn’t get to him now, what would stop her from getting to him when Kevalin was gone?

What was he supposed to do?!

The child wept ugly tears, and butted his head half heartedly into Kevalin’s side. Whether fighting him like his siblings egged on, or seeking some comfort in the safest thing he could find, even Vaska wasn’t sure.