Shivering and miserable despite the relative warmth of the day, Atreides moved mechanically along with his sisters and daddy. He was exhausted; already the smallest of all of them save Narcissa, who was carried anyway, he'd had to work that much harder to keep up with them and on top of that he was still unable to fully process what had happened to them. It was a whirlwind, from blood and death to leaving their home and starting the long, long, long walk out of the north. When Dad stopped, Trei kept going, bumping into Siri before finally registering that they'd stopped moving. Not even muttering an apology to his sister he dropped butt to ground and huddled in on himself. In a fog of misery and shock the young Armada was oblivious to what was happening around us, until Bellona's high voice called out in fear and he lifted his head wearily to see his father collapsed on the ground, a really big wolf curled against him. "Daddy.." he rasped, struggling to his own paws and forcing himself to take the few steps to bury his face in his father's gray fur. He was just so... tired.
