Gotta Get Right Out Of Here

Considering the last time Fel had called for him, it was perhaps reasonable for Eligos to feel his stomach drop and his aching paws twitch to drive their dull claws into the ground when he heard her call for both himself and Pyrrhic. Oh, Fallen God, what now? Making an effort to smooth anxiously bristling hackles, he made his way toward her call.

The sight of their father's companion on Pyrrhic's back - and the state the primate was in - caused him to stumble a step in shock. Well, that couldn't be why she'd called for them, because he was with Pyrrhic, so there was more to this than the sudden reappearance of their father's companion. He tore his gaze off Pascal, took a beat to try to stem the sudden flow of memory that Pascal's presence forced out of him like blood from a wound that had been scabbed over. "What's wrong?" His voice was harsh and clipped, the shudder of pain throbbing in it all but buried beneath the control he slammed down over the wound. He had no illusions that this was a social call, though he entertained some spark of hope that she might actually be acting in the capacity of the rank she'd requested and reporting. To them both? Maybe - unlikely.

His gaze swept over her, firmly not squinting though the urge to do so was strong even this close up. She wasn't looking particularly good at the moment, though since he hadn't seen hide nor hair since Aureus' death - and not just because he hadn't seen anyone until recently - the effect was rather more dramatic for him. It was a concerning change, one that had seemingly taken some time to get to that state and, perversely, irritated him. She was part of the pack, she was his sister. They'd have taken care of her if she wasn't constantly running off, that was the whole point of being part of the pack. They'd just lost one sibling. They hardly needed to lose another to lack of proper care.

He shoved the illogical irritation down along with the equally illogical upwelling of grief Pascal had reawakened. He didn't know why she had called. She could be sick. She could have fallen into a pit somewhere and just escaped for all he knew. Though fi that were the case why she had called for just the two of them and not a healer he had no idea. He would hear her news and then insist she get looked over by Riva regardless of what it was. He fought the urge to pace, partly to cover his anxiety over being called like this and partly because the aching in his bones would just feel worse. Between the pain in his body and head, and all grief and trouble that had plagued his steps for seasons now, he couldn't seem to think straight.