Larksong Grotto who is your savior, and who is he saving you from?

indra's tail beat excitedly as her father flanked her, shouldering the burden she was incapable of carrying. she clutched one tine in her jaws tightly, her tail rising with self importance as they began to carry the thing down the slope.

she felt burning first in her neck, and then in her back -- unused to the fatigue she was compelled to stop almost immediatley. short breaths racked her little frame and she looked up to reek brightly. "will it break if we push it, papa?"