Morwenna remained weeping over Scald. His body remained unmoved, and the worm remained undeterred. She shook her head. Grief would come another day, but for now, she needed to help whoever was left alive. They needed to end this worm's rampage.
The tripod wolfdog hopped toward the black-coated male, he was vaguely familiar. Where had she met him before? He smelled of Syndicate... Ah... The brother of Elysia that's right.
She dodged a falling icicle and grabbed it with her teeth, she stood next to Ezekiel, her wildflower eyes glazed over. Balancing on her back legs she launches the icicle at the worm, right alongside the brute. It seemed their efforts were at least making the worm slow! She grabbed another icicle and launched it.