several ways to die trying

Waves crashed and sprayed a salty mist into the air. Balerion could taste it upon his dark tongue. His eyes stung from the water caked around his tear ducts. The male was more then ready to part from the beach and find shelter, fresh water, and food. Though, the relief of finding his sister felt better then anything else. Veraxes was an interesting femme and Balerion never really knew how to feel about her oddities and superstitions, but she was a Vaelnaris. Blood was wha mattered. The family you were born into were to be of the most loyal allies one could have. Growing up as a unit and loving one another like no other was their glue. No friendship or mating could match the simple kinship the Vaelnaris shared.

As they met with nuzzles and thrumming hearts Balerion let forth a long sigh of relief. Her stuttered and cracked words were music to his crimson ears. Her question was insolent but rich with wonder. Going from a life of royalty and being at the top to being completely alone and witnessing your loved ones burn in a raging fire.. it did nothing but harm to ones mind.

The behemoth took a step back and allowed his deep vocals to lift into the salty atmosphere. "We are alive, Veraxes." Black eyes poured into her sisters gleaming silvers. The melanistic beast lowered his muzzle and offered an endearing look, "And if we are to live beyond this day we must leave this beach." Perhaps they would not die on the morrow but there was nothing but dehydration and a forsaken chill about the cove. Balerion slowed his pacing mind to allow his gaze to wander over her porcelain bodice, "Are you injured in any way?" The male would mentally map out the priorities of what they must do within the next hours. Hunt, forage, explore, etc. It was all important but if Veraxes was injured then he would also need to find herbs to tend to her.