Stay Alive

The weak voice of her brother met chestnut ears and Bowen released a relieved laughing sob. The young fae held the black and blue brute more tightly, cradling his large form against her. "I thought I'd lost you. Please don't leave me." Bowen begged again, burying her fact between Arts ears. One paw began to rub the uninjured part of his side, trying to warm the frigid wolf with friction. He was so very cold... it was worrisome. He was alive now, but if the cold continued to cling to him, he would surely die. Bowen knew how to craft a fire, but there were no supplies here on the beach. Perhaps once she had warmed him a bit, she could rush off and collect some wood.

Artorias assured her that he was still there and she kissed the top of his head once more. "I know. I know. Save your strength. Stay with me." If Artorias died, Bowen would walk straight into the ocean and let it consume her. He was the most important thing in her life. Bowen loved her family, but Artorias was on an entirely different plateau. He had searched for her. He showed his love for her every single day. It was obvious that he thought highly of her and cared deeply for her. He loved her and she loved him. Artorias went above and beyond for Bowen and she would do her best to go above and beyond for him in turn.

After a time, Bowen felt herself growing very cold. Her teeth were chattering as she held the waterlogged brute against her. She'd waited long enough. There had to be a fire. "I need to make a fire, Art." She informed him, her teeth clacking together as she spoke. "I won't be long. We'll soon be warm. I promise." Bowen placed a few nervous kisses on his forehead, eyes, muzzle. She then peeled herself away and rushed off over the black sands.

On the opposite side of the sand were stands of trees. The henna marked fae skidded to a halt, quickly gathering as much dried wood as she could manage. Three times she made the trip, only wanting to be parted from Artorias once. Stacking the wood, she searched the beach for the proper types of rocks. With some dried leaves and vines as kindling, Bowen struck the rocks together. Again. Again. Again. The sparks were small and refused to catch. She was getting frustrated and was just about to hurl the rocks into the ocean when a spark caught the vines and greedily consumed them. Triumph flared in Bowen's green eyes along with the fire and she coaxed it to life. It wasn't a large fire by any means, but it would keep Artorias from freezing to death.

With the small fire burning on one side, Bowen plastered herself to Artorias' back once more, giving him warmth from that side as well. "Help should be here soon," she assured him in her sweet, but nervous tones. In her head, Bowen begged whatever gods, deities or anything else that might be listening, to save her brother's life. Don't let him die. Don't let him die.

"Speech"