returning warrior

He'd feel himself be pushed into another chamber, his help was hardly any help as Zola exhausted her energy getting him into a warmer chamber. He was warmed by her protective and helpful touch, ignorant to her curiosity as she tended to him, leading him to an almost warm corner. Her questions seemed over as she brought herself to stand again, satisfied with how she'd left him. Then she would proclaim her next step.

The snow from the day had gotten heavier as he'd walked back, the winds kicking up. It was amazing he'd gotten home on his own without getting lost either. He didn't want her to leave him either, he wasn't hurt so bad that he could be with out mommy and daddy for a little while. The pale boy would attempt to leap up after her, disturbing the comfortable position she'd left him in and calling out and he tumbled forward on his face. "Zola, come back!" he'd whimper, landing flat on his face.