Stand Up When It's All Crashing Down
Torin
Torin silently prayed the rain would help to wash away the layers of soot and ash that covered the ground and clouded the sky. Maybe even encourage what little life was still desperately clinging on under the layers of grime to start growing again, to start taking back what was theres. But that was simply a hope, a dream. And as the cold continued to hold on with a death grip he doubted the rain would do much more than chill him further. Still Torin couldn't help himself from checking the packlands hopefully. He'd started the long process of trying to make the lands ready for his pack again, but it was slow and tedious work and often felt futile. Today as he plodded through the weather, his fur already sodden the man caught the quiet sounds of sobbing and a vaguely familiar scent though it was masked by the rain. Frowning the man moved towards the noise, squinting through the rain. Finally he'd arrive and Torin was frozen for a moment, shock locking his limbs in place. Then without thinking he was moving forwards, rushing forwards. Barrelling towards his niece and not stopping until he was close enough to wrap his niece in an embrace. Desperately trying to hold onto the shaking girl, his mind only just starting to catch up. He'd been so worried about his niece and nephews, they'd all left before the volcano and with no sign of them anywhere he'd been forced to assume they were alright, holed up somewhere. His sanity needed to assume that, but here, seeing his niece safe in front of him filled him with such momentous relief he felt he'd be toppled over. |
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