Chewed up and Spat Out

Gilgamesh was not expecting Urtur to arrive in a flustered hurry. The look in his companion's eyes immediately set him on edge. He didn't need to know who, what, or why, just where. Words weren't exchanged as he dropped what he was doing and took off after the wolverine. Paws drummed against the cold stone, racing down the stairs and out the swinging doorway. His body barely reacted to the frigid waters as he directed Urtur to swim with the raft over to the isles. Being directed to the shores of the archipelago, Gilgamesh swam faster than he ever had before in his life. He could feel his heart drumming in his chest, his ears deafened by the panic that settled within him.

It felt as if a century had passed before he was emerging from the wake of the salty waters. Breathless, exhausted, and all around wanting to collapse, he pushed. His paws barely touched the sand as he practically flew over to the small pastel form of his daughter. Yet, she wasn't completely ivory and pastel anymore. Two of her limbs appeared... crispy. Damaged. Wrong. A snarl builds in his throat as he swoops down beside Siduri, crashing into the sand with little care for anything else in the world at that moment.

"Sid, what happened?" His voice is hoarse as he waits for her answer. He couldn't move her until he knew it was safe to pick her up.

"speech"