Planet Hell [Volcano] [Emergency Pack Meeting]

He was curled beside his wife. Her stillness troubled him. She was fading. Not dead yet, but just clinging. He wished so deeply that her eyes would open and see him, and not the shadows and terrors of her time with the slavers.

His ears fell back as he listened to the labored, too slow breaths. He had never envisioned this. To be laying beside a dying wife too deeply scarred by her past to recover, despite her initial attempts at trying.

A jolt shook him from his painful thoughts, and his head popped up from his paws, a shudder running down his spine. An earthquake? Paladin’s rushing paws outside the alcove brought him to his feet, loping after his cousin.

It was Aurielle’s urgent howl from the Moor that spurred the crimson giant to run flat out at a jarring pace to his old bones and being mostly tri-podded by his crippled leg wasn’t helping it. But he pushed through, a father needing to get to his daughter’s side. Where was Aramis? Was he with Aurielle?

Where was Laisren? He hadn’t heard his younger brother call any pack hunts since his promotion. Disappointment in the man was rife among his many tumultuous emotions. He glanced up and nearly stumbled as he saw the red glow in the east, sickness churning in his gut as he pushed more energy into his aging legs, glad to stop once they reached the Circle.

Fathomless sapphires swept the group as he slipped to sit near the base of the pillar near Aurielle, worry filling him as he didn’t spot his son anywhere in the group. It had been far too long since he’d seen the young man.