No room for Nightmares

The playful yelp that Oath had given made a giggle erupt out of Atreyu, she knew she didn't actually hurt him in any way. He shoved back against her and she moved off, though she rounded him and came in for his left side. Her teeth were aimed for his ear, to give a small, playful tug on the appendage though it was nothing that would make him cry out or hurt in any way. She simply moved in the moment, laughing and playing with her brother.

Finally after so long of searching, she finally had the prove that Judila might have survived after all. He had found Azzy, now she wondered who else could be out there, lost and alone. She had seen the alone part first-hand, and she had hated feeling like that. Grief had been a constant companion as well as pain from loss and devastation. She knew she couldn't be the only one that made it, and now here was palpable proof! The spirits had indeed been merciful, even though everything had been taken from them. They could rebuild, they could survive, and they would overcome. Alone, they were strong, but together they would be unstoppable!

Atreyu vs Oath for spar
Round 2/2
Age: Over 1 year
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Balanced
Offensive Battle Accessory: Five-inch long hawksbill blade
Defensive Battle Accessory: collar with spikes
Companion 1: Chinese Crested mix, Male - Battle
Mutation 1: Retractable claws - Offensive
Skills: Advanced Fighter & Advanced Healer

"Talk." || Think || 'Hear.'