Catch my breath

Mortis didn't think things were going very well for him. His attempts to go slow and careful were thwarted as the cave began to collapse around him. He tried to shelter his body as best he could with his wings as he struggled to reach a safer section of the cave. He felt a push from his guide, and knew the weeping wolf was trying to help him. He gave her a slight bow of thanks, keeping the silence as she was.


He surveyed the next section of the cave, and found more ice to break through. He grimaced as he judged it as carefully as he could. He was probably going to end up covered from head to toe the way this was going. But there was no help for it, through was through.


With a soft, sad, sigh the winged wolf braced himself, and charged through the ice 


Strength.