things can really get rough when you go it alone

The caribou found him, and he recognised in a heartbeat the companion of his sister. The strangely shortened creature was hard to mistake. “Is it Io, is she okay?” he asked, dropping what he was doing and getting quickly to his paws. Of course, her companion could not answer him, so he bared his teeth at it. “Quickly” he barked, and followed after it at a dead run.

The creature took him around the Oasis, across the hot sands of the desert, the shifting land beneath his feet slowed his pace, but not by much. He arrived at the Descensum in short order, and looked at the recently well-worn path down. He took it without hesitation, sliding and half falling as he moved too quickly down the sandy ramp.

But then he was there, and Io was there, and well. She had not been injured, but rather she had found a wolf in such a state. He breathed a soft sigh of relief. Callus, perhaps, but he would rather misfortune fallen to a stranger then one he loved.

His eyes fell upon the dead wolf, and he walked first to her, the marks on her body matched the scent he could taste in the air. “Bear” he growled. And fresh, too. Blood still lay fresh against the partly consumed flesh. The body was yet to shown signs of decay, and her battle companion was alive, if only just. There was no sign that the bear had been defeated. “Io, we are leaving, now” he growled softly. He was not having his sister in this cave with a bear.

He wasn’t certain if his sister would care about leaving the man to his fate or not - he had been summoned here, and that seemed an indication she was unwilling to leave him. With that in mind, he latched his teeth about the injured wolf’s scruff, set his back, and began to drag him up the slope. Io could finish her business outside of the cave. Or, even better, within the safety of their pack.