Save Me from the Big Bad Wolf

Now that he had started to adventure beyond the borders of Fireside Ysmir was finding it hard to stop. He liked the solitude of the loner lands, seeing new things, sometimes meeting new faces. He was still trying to save face from the tournament. Ysmir trotted casually along the autumn wonderland. They were approaching the end of the season and winter would be upon them soon. When it got colder at night he’d already seen flurries of snow. He knew that the waters around the pack were already turning colder.

The silent lad was scouting the wild herds, there were sheep and stuff at home but there was anything he was sick of it was mutton. That was a big reason he was trying to raise his hunting skill so he could catch his own dinners and not have to resort to Fireside’s favorite meal. With his nose to the ground he focused on the land beneath his feet, while Barenziah flew above his head and scouted beyond him.

Her cry alerted him to something being off, and the urgency in it made his blood run cold. Ysmir dropped the game trail and raced towards where the gyrfalcon was circling. She led him to the water and a familiar body curled on the shore. Ysmir rushed to Gwyn’s side, astounded to have found her here and worried that she had already perished. Ysmir rushed to her side, certain he had seen a breath in her chest. The silent boy curled himself around her, unsurprised at how cold and still she was if she had been swept here by the current. He nosed her ear and concerned little murmurs fell from his lips as he worried over her.