Gotta Get Right Out Of Here

Pyrrhic trotted in at an easy lope. On his back was Pascal, his father's companion who he'd thought lost to the volcano at the time. Against the odds the battered macaque had managed to make it home finally. He'd had quite the story to tell and the toll the volcano had taken on him showed plainly and heavily on his now grotesque body. Pascal's skin was a mottle of scars and he was missing, either in part or in full, several fingers and toes. For his years of service and his dedication to the family, Pyrrhic now carried Pascal on his shoulders most of the time. Even Benkos who had always considered the macaque soft and weak couldn't sneer when faced with the hardships Pascal had suffered through simply to return home.

Spying Fel by the water's edge, Pyrrhic made a beeline for her. He was careful not to jostle the primate on the back too heavily as he trotted alone, but the ground was uneven and after feeling Pascal's fingers dig into his scruff Pyrrhic slowed to a walk. His brow furrowed in a question as he looked to his sister. He wasn't sure why she'd called and he was eager to find out why. "Fel? Everything alright?"