No fear allowed

*Naiche* · 03-10-2021, 08:30 PM

Naiche was struggling with his own sense of calm. Ironically he was on verge of panic because Asla could die but it was because Asla needed his help he was managing to keep a false sort of calm to himself. Necessity can help one do more than they realized apparently. The main thing he got was that things were bad, they were short on time and she was just as scared as he was, or more. The idea of snarky, biting with Asla being scared didn’t fit well in his mind.

Naiche hopped up on his back legs, front paws throwing off a bit of snow that was hiding the crevices around the chunks of ice and rock. His paws clicked against the surfaces and at first, it seemed no progress was going to come from it. For a moment he imagined the worst and the spike of inner-pain it caused was enough to force away emotion. This was business, he could think on the future when it came to pass, sure as hell not now.

“You know,” the sound of digging through snow heard as he talked, “I imagine this is one of those times you are supposed to try and talk to someone to keep them calm.” A small rock fell off and could be heard splashing in the water. “That’s not the sort of thing I’m good at.” Making up words or soothing things over? That definitely wasn’t a skill Naiche had ever picked up. “Besides, one thing you made absolutely clear day one is that you're tough as hell, right?” Yes, he was trying to do what he’d said he wasn’t good at, talking. “So, this is probably a waste of breath talking to – help.” It was a stupid concept, right? The thing was he didn’t want Asla scared. It wasn’t a thing that should happen.

More snow flaked away, Ice broke down and he could see Asla’s shoulder. “Asla,” the words were soft and seemed like they might lead to more but then Naiche was grunting as he tried to push aside a heavier rock. He had found his way from front shoulder to where her back legs were. The golden wolf was struggling to move the dumb rock off without grinding it against her. “So,” pause as feet scrabbled to make the rock start to shift, “Damn, ok this stuff is stupid. I’ll talk after I save you.” Sure enough, the wolf gave up on emotional help.

After a few more minutes of tedious work, Asla’s back legs were cleared. Rocks and ice and snow and water were everywhere. “Can you get up on your own? Do you want me to carry you? We need a spot to rest and let you dry off, and warm-up.” Warmth in all of this? They could curl up but there was sure no nice sunny spot today to help out.

"Speech"

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