Porcupine Ridge Pockets full of stones.

Uaine Gorsedd was no more, and this left him with a new feeling. Vast, all-consuming, and absolutely terrible.

Kukulkan meandered alongside Ibis and Wren - their presence was perhaps the only anchor holding the beast down into some realm of sensibility and sanity. For while they walked, cold and homeless and in relative quiet, his mind as ablaze with thoughts. Horrible thoughts, all led by the most sinister voice, twisting recent events into knots that chokced out reality. The collapse of their home wasn't due to circumstances behind his control, the voice croaked and hissed, but rather from his bold assumption to agree to join the Council. It came from him failing Ibis, leaving her in a coma. It came from him leaving the lands at its most vulernable, finding a memory of the past in the process.

Uaine Gorsedd's fate strangled his throat with each breathe, but he wore the chokehold in silence, only a white-hot fury in his chest where no one could see. Kukulkan, as far as the outside eye might guess, was simply tired, chilled, and wanting to rest.

The helplessness and self-loathing stewed furiously behind black-out curtains.

A soft touch from Ibis and he remembered to smile, though truthfully contact with her was enough for the reaction to be instinct. But as he watched her look around, and notice Sarah's absence, that smile melted away. Had it not been for Reiko reassuring some sort of belief in the aunt's well-being, the male might have ventured off to find her. But either way, he couldn't, there were those counting on him. With a concerned, wary huff, K took a step closer to Ibis, his eyes drifting to his other side to make sure @Wren was staying close as well...

"Wren, ya doin' 'kay?" His frail friend had been promised the warmth and refuge of a solid home, only for that promise to fall through and be forced to migrate to another promise. He'd dip his head down, trying to get closer to eye level for encouragement, flashing that old cheeky grin of his. "Won' be too much longer..." soft words, soft whispers of words he wished were the truth but couldn't be sure.

After Wren's reply, if she did, K would nod and turn back to Ibis, "Y'know I'ma go where ya go, Ibis," His tone was gentle, his volume low, but there was that hint of worry he could not seem to banish, "This... Kast-el-- place... is it safe?"

So many in this group. So many were so small.
Some not even fully healthy.

Kukulkan would do his best to protect them, there was no doubt.
but can he even protect them? that voice crinkled.

Maybe some doubt.