Dragoncrest Cliffs the bottom of the deep blue sea

she hears the call from a distance, making the tone of the call a little foggy, but antumbra moves anyway. at first she doesn’t know what to make of it, nor understands the urgency, and her feet move at a decent pace once she’s out of hougeda and into the forest.

something tickles the back of her mind as if the realization that it is tux that has called, that it has come from beyond the reaches of drageda’s claim, and antumbra moves faster toward the call, slowing only once to call back that she on her way. her brisk trot turns into full on run and by the time she reaches the borders, standing on the other side of the tree line, she isn’t sure where to go. a quick look to her left and she sees tux in the distance and a body on the ground to boot.

she suddenly sees white fur instead of black, smeared with red all over and a dark body on the ground. what if, now, it’s the other way around? antumbra holds her breath as she turns, moving toward them, and the closer she gets she notes finer details and it is not artaax on the ground but an incredibly small (albeit breathing) wolf. a child. antumbra shoots her questions with a dark gaze, looking over to tux for answers.