Sleeping Dragon friday night lights

Perhaps at another time, she might have picked over his name, but she commits it to memory and returns her focus to their path. Twix doesn’t go too far from the wolf, making sure he’s within eyesight, as she continues her search. Maybe he had come back to where they started, giving up on being found. That much made sense, right?

“Mars?” she whisper-shouts, cupping her hands across her nose to spread her voice. She doesn’t want to bring too much attention should there be something lurking in the dark but held back that their search can’t go without a little shouting. 

Twix sighs, putting her hand against a tree nearby as she scans back for Hvitserk. She finds him approaching and nudging her, not having paid attention at first to where he’d been, but she follows closely behind until he slows to a stop. “Mars?” she calls out, her voice scarcely a croak, as she sees the shadowed body. She half runs, half stumbles forward, hitting the ground on all fours as her hands pat the body down. She shakes him, touches him everywhere, but there isn’t an ounce of warmth left. 

“Wake up!” she screams closer to his face, her hands gripping the fur along his collar and shaking him. Blood pooled in his mouth drips out the side and she finally sees the blood covering her fingers, glancing to see the gash nearly severing him. Her throat constricts and she falls over his form, sobbing into his damp fur as she tries to piece him back together.