01-10-2008, 01:25 PM
I PPed Ember a bit, I hope that's okay. If not she can move. :p
Moon was absolutely elated. After pounding his and Zori’s heart out by running as fast as they could through the snow toward his father’s scent, he delivered the news to Phoenix and then remained with him until Tamerlane and the others showed up with tiny Ember in his arms. Phoenix had taken his precious child from Tamerlane’s grasp and moved onward, trying to find a suitable place for the entire pack to stay in. Thankfully they had found such a place and his little sister was finally safe. After a fire was set, Phoenix asked Moon to run back to his den and get all of the blankets from within. Mounting Zorion once more, the silver-clad boy rushed off toward his home and waded through the thin layer of snow toward the den’s entrance, and emerged a few minutes later with a heap of blankets secured around the middle with some string. Hopefully this would be enough for the pack to share.
He and Zori made it back to the cave only after about ten minutes’ time, and while Moon entered the cave and made his way to his father’s side with the blankets in tow, Zori stayed at the entrance of the den, listening to the wolves’ chatter beyond. He didn’t understand most of it, but something told him that this situation was dire. Moon untied the blankets and passed them out to whoever wanted one, and then wrapped his little sister firmly in one of their older blankets, rubbed her fur dry and tossed it aside. Then he wrapped her in the warmest blanket he could find and placed her in his lap, seating himself next to the fire and near his father. He hoped that his little sister would allow him to hold her, and if she didn’t, at least she had a blanket now. He wouldn’t restrain her to his lap by any means; she was free to move over to her father’s lap or onto the ground again, as long as she kept the blanket on.
Moon was absolutely elated. After pounding his and Zori’s heart out by running as fast as they could through the snow toward his father’s scent, he delivered the news to Phoenix and then remained with him until Tamerlane and the others showed up with tiny Ember in his arms. Phoenix had taken his precious child from Tamerlane’s grasp and moved onward, trying to find a suitable place for the entire pack to stay in. Thankfully they had found such a place and his little sister was finally safe. After a fire was set, Phoenix asked Moon to run back to his den and get all of the blankets from within. Mounting Zorion once more, the silver-clad boy rushed off toward his home and waded through the thin layer of snow toward the den’s entrance, and emerged a few minutes later with a heap of blankets secured around the middle with some string. Hopefully this would be enough for the pack to share.
He and Zori made it back to the cave only after about ten minutes’ time, and while Moon entered the cave and made his way to his father’s side with the blankets in tow, Zori stayed at the entrance of the den, listening to the wolves’ chatter beyond. He didn’t understand most of it, but something told him that this situation was dire. Moon untied the blankets and passed them out to whoever wanted one, and then wrapped his little sister firmly in one of their older blankets, rubbed her fur dry and tossed it aside. Then he wrapped her in the warmest blanket he could find and placed her in his lap, seating himself next to the fire and near his father. He hoped that his little sister would allow him to hold her, and if she didn’t, at least she had a blanket now. He wouldn’t restrain her to his lap by any means; she was free to move over to her father’s lap or onto the ground again, as long as she kept the blanket on.