When the blue finally came

Veigar assured her that he was being careful as he ran, and Aryn tried to evenly divide her attention between his pawsteps, her pawsteps, and the knowledge that her friend was calling them for help and did being careful really matter when someone needed you? It was a difficult situation to be thrust into, and as she desperately climbed up the rocky slope after the pup Aryn could swear the voice got more desperate, more pleading. Veigar skidded to a halt before her and his question brought an indescribable pain to her chest.

"I-I don't know, Veigar." She frowned, struggling to balance the boy's innocence with the very real possibility that somehow her very dead friend was calling to them from the grave. "We'll help her however way we can, okay?" The voice had vanished suddenly and Aryn's ears flickered against the wind to try and catch another hint of the familiar sound. Veigar kicked forward once more, seeming to have heard something and Aryn followed along close behind him - both to ensure if he fell that she could catch him, and because it seemed Eyrun must be speaking directly to her son, now.