They fight the worm and the woman who hails from the same pack as Scald joins him in throwing icicles at the writhing creature in the despite fight to take down this monster. Eyes slide over to the shorter woman and a frown tugs at the corner of his lips as he offers her a curt nod of approval before returning his attention back to flailing beast. Above them, the ceiling finally gives way as huge slabs of ice break free and begin crash to the ground.

Duel-toned eyes snap upward as the fissure loosens the ice above him and the woman and he lunges sideways, tackle Morwenna and sending them both sprawling to the side just as a chunk of ceiling slams into the spot they had occupied mere seconds ago. The roll across ground the moment before coming to a stop with him on top of her and his eyes find her’s. A kind of… understanding passes between them at the loss of Scald and he hastily stands while rumbling, “You okay?”

Gaze roves over to the dead body of Scald and he begrudgingly realizes that the woman will need help to get the dead weight home. With a small sigh, he helps her stand and says, “I’m sorry for your loss. I will help you take his body home.”The gesture is simple and somewhat kind for a man that couldn’t stand Scald while he was alive. With her in tow, they move to the deceased man’s corpse and carefully secure him across his back. With a huff, he inclines his head and says, “Lead the way.”


"Ezekiel Saxe"

Speech // thought // Serbian

Together Wenna and Ezekiel haul icicles at the worm. Her grief and rage in her face as she yells while launching the icicles. Tears streamed down her face and clouded her vision as she used what limb she had and the energy she had to get something into that massive horrendous beast!

A subtle crack above their heads has Morwenna briefly looking up before suddenly the ceiling crashes down around them. She yarks as she is thrown sideways in a tackle. The Syndicate male was on top of her as a chunk of ice clatters into the spot they had been just moments before. Her chest heaves with relief and a mix of shock as her eyes dart to his. A moment passed between them, she wanted to desperately cry into his fur over everything but he hastily stood, rumbling a question about her wellbeing.

She nods. It's all she can muster through the haze. She stands and looks around... the worm is finished? The combatants are leaving... Her gaze lands on his dark empty fur. An eyelid open.

She is helped to stand. She still can't feel her paws, she can't feel her face. Was it over? Zeke's words somehow make it through the cotton in her ears.

A desperate sob escapes her maw. Her chest is searing in pain from the grief hitting her like a dump truck on a race track. Blearlily and sniffly she helps lift Scald's body onto Ezekiel's back.

Without thinking she plants a soft tender kiss on Ezekiel's cheek in silent thanks before leading the way back... home.