Noctisardor Bypass the last few drops from the holy grail

Anselm’s ears cupped forward as he caught the tone in Dinah’s voice — to be chastised by a child! The fur along his back rose, but he hardly had time to address her before Heda flew to Druid’s side, and Etienne followed. 

He hung back, helpless — becoming more aware of the blood that slicked his fur and the pulse that stirred it beneath his skin. 

Druid was down; Anselm’s lips twisted into grim worry as he stood behind Etienne, who quickly took as much control of the situation as he could in spite of his injuries. It would be inspiring, if they weren’t both so fucked up. 

Druid would have to be carried back to the den. Anselm’s stomach dropped to think of Glaukos returning. I can carry her. He offered, pausing to gauge each of their reactions. If only they would do something fast! His own strength would not carry on much longer.