returning warrior
12-20-2014, 11:41 PM
For once, Zola was up and traveling around the ship that had been scavenged through a hundred times over. She listened to the echoing cries that had dimmed down little from the time the tiny spawn from the black bitch were born. But it was just about time she was used to those noises, they never bothered her sleeping habits anyway. She was maybe one chamber away from the exit when she heard her brother's tone call for her, and though she was sure that one of their parents was nearby, she knew that he wanted her. His voice wasn't too loud, but she easily knew that he was one over and didn't take long to strut her way to him. She held a rather joyful glide, normally she slunked around and looked around the corners very cautiously. And of course, her posture was brought down once she laid eyes on the crippled boy. "Lian, what happened?" Worry drew her voice as she lowered down to him and tried to pull at his shoulder so he was more inside even if they didn't make it away from the exit chamber. Anywhere away from the hole because the temperature outside was blistering. Zola stayed standing as she gently sniffed at his injured paw, quietly demanding an explanation. This was probably the first time she ever really wanted her mother or father around. |