Dragoncrest Cliffs Gleypa

last from me!

Svalinn watched as a war was waged behind those blood-spectacled, ambergris eyes. She fought to trust him, fought to allow herself the help. But, at last, she relented, knowing that she could not both tend to the unconscious and see her packmate down to the beach.

Svalinn nodded at her instruction, leaning into Wing’s weakened side in an effort to prop her up. He said nothing further, lest their tentative agreement be shattered by his voice, but he knew that after this one was settled, he would return in an attempt to help the black-and-gold wolf gather those that were still alive and drag them from this dreadful battleground.

As for the dead, she would be allowed to mourn them in peace.

The raybearer cleared his thoughts of anything other than the way to the shoreline, and he slowly disappeared through the treeline with Sapphique’s injured granite clutched to him.