Who Ya Gonna Call?

During their trips to Auster Hikaru remembered a few very specific places. As the summer went on he couldn’t help but crave fresh berries. There were places in Boreas to get summer berries, but the place he desired was special, and the season was opposite, kind of. Hikaru knew he was going to be faced with rain, so he wore a could of old hides tied to him loosely to help protect him. It wasn’t perfect or at all glamorous, but it worked well enough. Across his shoulder was a bag on loan to help carry the berries and fruit home.

As white paws bring Hikaru into Auster rain begins to fall, grateful for the rain jacket he makes his way into the southern continuent. The ground was saturated with water, Hika’s ivory paws soon turned to dark mud. He should have wrapped his legs as well. Still the journey went onward. Thankfully he didn’t have to go too far into Auster, taking Abaven’s islands made the trip much faster. He had to swim and totally soak himself while wearing his raincoat but even that was worth it. But now he was dryish under the coat.

As he approached the grove the earth began to move and shake, he felt wobbly on his feet but it wasn’t moving where he was, just the subtle vibration from lots of moving earth. Hikaru watched a part of the grove slide and crumble and all he could do was let his jaw hinge in awe. What did you do what something like that happened right in front of you? He couldn’t have done anything to prevent it, not by himself and not without a lot of thinking.

Breathless as the moment seemed to stretch on for eternity. Knowing not even the ground beneath his paws could ever be completely stable rocked his world inside and out. Speechless as he saw the world come to a quiet stop. Like the whale world paused and held its breath. For a moment there was pure silence. Then, panicked and displaced a great cacophony of birds and creatures cried out from the forest as they lamented the shift of their world.

One voice chilled him to the core. The call of a young orphaned boy that Hikaru had already found a soft spot for, was trapped out there. Without thinking Hikaru raced forward. The rain stung his face and the loose earth held him back but he raced. Finally finding the blue furred boy, marooned on a rock. He realized he had ben unintentionally staying to logs and rocks as he made his way closer. Now there was just a river of muck between them.

"Ricin!” He called out worriedly, gracefully pacing over rock and through tree branches as he tried to find a path closer to the boy. "Are you okay?” He called out as he found something close, only a wolf length or so away from touching his rocks. Now the question was getting him, and swiftly. That put collecting branches of the list, similarly bark, though he might try and peel a couple sturdy pieces to help… Wait, his rain coat…"Do you have anything over there you can use to help me make a bridge?”

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