Never Look Back

*Baldur* · 01-29-2014, 02:54 PM

Baldur laid there for a second, pale pink tongue reaching out to lick his nose and he let out a soft sigh of relief that he hadn't bitten his tongue off. The pain was starting to rear it's head again. Baldur had gotten quite good at ignoring pain but the journey was wearing on him. He almost hated to stand up again. But, apart from the jarring fall nothing seemed to be dangerously out of line? the leg was still bleeding and Baldur had opened the bite wound that felt across his hips in deep arcs when he'd landed spread eagle. Dam Ve's tenacity. It was like being ripped apart by a giant rapid squirrel. Cautiously, the snowy brute got to his feet and gave himself a good shake, sending a small smattering of blood to decorate the ice. When they got to Alacritis then they could heal. If the wounds opened there wasn't much to do except keep moving.

It was unlikely that Vili would send anyone to track them. He was probably just grateful that more of Hroovitnir's spawn were out of the way for him to make room for his own. Not to mention that Baldur had been an irritating and persistent thorn in Vili's side since pup hood. Not that Baldur had ever really meant to but when he was in the spirit of play and was tearing around with Weth, his uncle's wrath didn't register. That said, though, their family was one that was fraught with pride and wrath. He didn't know if Vili would get it in his head to send Ve or some equally nasty wolf to bring back their head as trophies.

Thor's laugh brought Baldur out of his thoughts and he turned to his older brother grinning. Baldur enjoyed making his older brother laugh. Everyone in the family was always so serious and stern or angry and sarcastic that Baldur got a particular thrill out of provoking laughter out of his siblings. It was a rare treat though. His klutzy antics were often met with teasing or outright disapproval. Hroovitnir was found of pushing his sons in sparring, particularly the first litter until they could barely even stand. When he was younger Baldur hated seeing his brothers so close to breaking and would occasionally perform a stunning, and in his opinion, incredibly athletic face plant in the hopes of eliciting at least a hidden smile. Father did not approve.

Thor's breath was coming in wheezes and Baldur's ears flicked back as he started toward's the earthen brute, slipping a bit on the ice as he tried to slide over, concern staining his features. Ok, maybe he over did it a bit. But as soon as he started moving toward's his brother Thor pulled himself together and stepped gingerly, almost fearfully, onto the ice.

Baldur was silently cursing himself for not stopping to check their wounds first. He supposed that would've been responsible but he was anxious to get as far away as possible. He was sure Thor felt the same. Thor looked at him expectantly on what to do next and for a moment Baldur faltered. Wait, Thor was asking him? He was the younger sibling it was weird and unnerving for him to be in charge but he pretended not to be bothered.

"Don't worry. Once we're across we can rest and heal and maybe find some food. Let's see?." Balduer widened his stance a bit, toes splayed and claws digging into the ice he began to slip across in a sort of half-step, half-slide motion. He stumbled a couple times but soon he got the hang of it.

"So Thor! Once we're in Alacritis what should we do? I mean in the long run, obviously once we get on the other side we should find a den and get some sleep! I'm starving! I-" Baldur paused as he processed the thought. "Well food and sleep. I don't know about herbs though?. What was that flower that mom used to give dad after long sparring sessions?" Baldur was wracking his brain trying to remember but was coming up blank. He was soon in the middle of the lake where he paused for a break. The ice, he knew, was thinest on the edges of the lake rather than the middle but one side could easily be thicker than another. It was then his plan fell apart. The scent of a packland was wafting to the pair from the shore. Damn?..

Baldur's brow furrowed. They'd come to far to turn back and the pain was getting worse. He wasn't going to last much longer and he was sure of the same for Thor, not to mention it was getting quite late in the day. "I say we chance it, " he declared.

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