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Tybault?

Opheeeeliaaa!

Their names only ever returned as an echo of his own voice, and he hoped his brother was having more luck. But besides call for them, what else could he do? They’d lost their only trail - and they needed Tybault’s to know where their sister had gone. Without Tybault, they had no luck of finding Ophelia.

Well, they did have Everett’s vision.

But that was dubious, at best.

It’d been a while now since he’d called for his siblings, and the sun almost piqued mid sky. About time his brother would be rounding back to the meeting place.

Evander broke through a tangle of shrubs, and called out one last time.

Opheli-HEY! he broke into a run when he heard the great splash, and saw the shadow fall! A wolf! What - where had the ground gone?! You alright mi-ACK!! The same dirty water splashed his belly with a freezing shock as he, too, plunged through the ice.