The Unraveling - Going Deeper

Together Wenna and Ezekiel haul icicles at the worm. Her grief and rage in her face as she yells while launching the icicles. Tears streamed down her face and clouded her vision as she used what limb she had and the energy she had to get something into that massive horrendous beast!

A subtle crack above their heads has Morwenna briefly looking up before suddenly the ceiling crashes down around them. She yarks as she is thrown sideways in a tackle. The Syndicate male was on top of her as a chunk of ice clatters into the spot they had been just moments before. Her chest heaves with relief and a mix of shock as her eyes dart to his. A moment passed between them, she wanted to desperately cry into his fur over everything but he hastily stood, rumbling a question about her wellbeing.

She nods. It's all she can muster through the haze. She stands and looks around... the worm is finished? The combatants are leaving... Her gaze lands on his dark empty fur. An eyelid open.

She is helped to stand. She still can't feel her paws, she can't feel her face. Was it over? Zeke's words somehow make it through the cotton in her ears.

A desperate sob escapes her maw. Her chest is searing in pain from the grief hitting her like a dump truck on a race track. Blearlily and sniffly she helps lift Scald's body onto Ezekiel's back.

Without thinking she plants a soft tender kiss on Ezekiel's cheek in silent thanks before leading the way back... home.