Call to aid

Colds. Ugh. But Surreal and her son were finally kicking the little bug that had snuck in not long after the move back to the Plains. Now she stood over a rabbit, chewing it down with relish. That was until Glacier's strident call rolled over the plains. She scooped up the rabbit, wheeling on her haunches in a flash and charging toward the call. It sounded urgent, tired. She may not have been pleased with his sister for sticking her nose beyond neutral territory, but she still valued a friendship with Glacier and Donostrea. The past was the past, and Glacier sounded like he needed help.

She skidded to a halt as she drew close, dropping the rabbit in order to look him over. "Glacier? What's wrong?" Because clearly something was wrong; it was written in his eyes, and in every line of his massive body. He wasn't injured, but he looked tired and careworn. Had something happened to Gale? Voltage, whom she'd not met? Someone else? Concerned mismatched eyes gazed up at him as she waited for an answer. Whatever it was, he had her help for sure.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think