These insanities.

N/A · 04-01-2014, 12:24 AM

He was still shaking, legs trembling like they had only two days ago when the world had split apart to try and swallow up his only son. He still remembered the panic, the fear and the pain that had arched through him when it had felt the found begin to vibrate beneath him. His son had left an hour or so before and it had all hit. The sixth natural disaster in his life. But his first earthquake. He had felt useless, unsure of what he could do to keep his family safe, torn between staying with his wife and daughter and running after his son. In the end he had stayed with Eria and Isis, waiting until the tremors had fully subsided before more panic had set in. His son, where was his son? He still remembered that panic, still remembered the crippling fear he had felt as it had settled in on Eria as well. Even now as he sat before his den he was shaking, one paw lifted and curled into his chest as eyes stared blankly down at the ground. He had almost lost his little boy. Erion had always been such a free spirit and Friction had finally allowed him to start exploring and this had happened. This? This was because of him. He hadn't kept his family close and this was what had happened. It was probably pure luck that his son's new mentor had found him as well as their beta Surreal but whatever the reason was he was thankful.

Now Erion slept in a drug induced sleep, almost in a coma while his legs went through the worst part of the healing process. Friction struggled to even go in there, the scream of his son when he had reset his leg still echoing in his skull. Eria was staying with him now. Isis also unwilling to leave his side but Frition just couldn't bring himself to join them. So when the howl came he took the out. Grey ears flitted forward, blue eyes turning towards the lake as the howl echoed his name. He had been busy helping tend the wounded and hand out herbs so it wasn't uncommon for him to hear a howl. He would duck his head into the den quickly to tell Eria what was happening and snatch up some basic pain killer herbs. His three that he always brought with him when he could. Turmeric, valerian, yarrow were gripped loosely in his jaws as he launched himself off at a lope towards the lake.

No blood or gore awaited him, instead it was a familiar and welcome face. The face of the man who had saved his son. He looked stressed and tense so the older male would slow, head lowering into a low bow of respect. Though Friction's rank was above him there was nothing but respect there. Herbs would drop at his paws as he came to a help before the white male. "Alpine right? Is everything alright? What can I do for you?" There was obvious concern in his tone as he studied the male, looking for any wounds he might have that needed tending too. Eyes would dart to the treelike, trying to spot any other herbs or objects that might help in the meantime as well. If Alpine was in fact hurt he would give him the best possible care he could. After all it was the least he could do.

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