ain't no grave deep enough for my sins

The cool pockets of unusual autumn weather had been the focus of his attention for some time now, slinking around the fringes and observing the comings and goings of those who visited the altars. So when his brothers sauntered up to the idol of death.. well that wasn't going to go well, now would it? Mismatched eyes fixed on the pair as they approached, and stood by idly to watch them engage with the stone statue. The punishment that came was.. perhaps a little more severe than he'd have expected, or liked to see. The swarms of incandescent insects that assaulted both of his brothers were far more powerful than he could have anticipated, and he wasn't keen to risk his own hide to intervene. Instead, he waited until the servants of death had returned to their nests within those empty granite sockets and slunk up to Ghoul.

The gut wrenching screech of pain that shuddered from deep within his burly brother's chest rattled his skull and pulled a quiet whine from his own throat as he drew closer. "I don't know how you expected that to go," he began softly, with a small sigh and a concerned pinch between his pale brows. Dark auds tipped back against his skull, landing on the feverish, glazed expression that Ghoul wore. It didn't take a rocket surgeon to figure out that limbs weren't supposed to bend in that many places, or at those angles. Would he ever walk again? "Let's get you out of here, before you find another way to anger the gods." he muttered, shaking his head lightly as he cast his gaze around in search of some way to transport his crippled sibling. Should he call for a healer first? Maybe Widow was nearby, she was the best of the litter with these kinds of debacles, having had to watch the brothers nearly kill each other constantly.

Viscera tipped back his skull to summon a healer, the sonorous call echoing against the dark stone of the altar and out into the woods beyond. "I'm gonna hunt down the materials for a stretcher of some kind, hopefully someone else can help haul you back home." he said quietly, lowering his head to gingerly press his nose to the top of his brother's skull and smooth his tongue absently over the fur between his ears. It was hard to be mad at Ghoul when he was so clearly suffering, so he would leave the teasing for another time. Better to get him out of here and somewhere safe for the time being.