Sascha to the rescue >3 | 591 Words

The weather had not been friendly at all, deterring him from venturing outside except to check on Donder and Blitzen at times. They had to be cold but he couldn't make them any more comfortable. He rested on his bed, staring up at the ceiling while blowing raspberries. It seemed it was something he would never get tired of doing. It was about the only noise he could make since his mother ripped his vocal cords out of his neck. He continued to fill the air with noise until he grew bored of simply staring at nothing. He raised himself into a sitting position, crossing his legs so that he was sitting in Indian style. Only for a moment did he sit there until he removed himself from the bed and headed to the only window his room had.

It looked pretty bad out; he couldn't imagine anyone out in this. Yet, his ruby eyes spotted his father heading out. He couldn't help but scowl slightly harder only because he was worried about him and Maschine going out in this. Despite the worry, he still remained in his room and hoped that Cotl would return soon. However, he couldn't relax and just paced his room by the window. He would peek outside here and there in hopes to see him but nothing. His scowl became even more harder on his face as the worry grew. He had lost his brother; he didn't need to lose his father as well. He had never thought about death until his brother died; now he was paranoid about it when things seemed dangerous. He now worried about his father dying during times like this.

Time had passed and Sascha had been pacing the entire time. He was growing more anxious due to the fact that his father had yet returned. He couldn't take it any longer, something could be wrong. With that in mind, he thought he should bring some things that may come in handy; after all, his father could have fallen somewhere or gotten stuck. He grabbed a rope in the corner of his room; the rope he had in case one of the ropes that held Blitzen and Donder in their place needed to be replaced. He headed out, tensing from the invading cold that attacked him when he exited the building. After checking on his pets one last time, Sas headed out in the direction he saw his father ventured in hopes he would cross paths with him. He walked and walked, trying to keep warm with his pouch hanging from him and the rope in his hand. His steps were hurried as the hard scowl remained in his features.

He heard a howl; the voice he recognized immediately. His steps were faster than before as he headed in the rightful direction. His mind no longer paid attention to the cold but to his father as he rushed to him. He was right to worry; something was wrong. Soon, he made it to the scene. His father was struggling to get Maschine free from the prison he had fallen into. He hurried to his father's side and tied the rope around the horse, pulling it alongside his father. He knew his father didn't want Maschine to die and so he would help him; that and he actually liked the horse. He hoped he could help; he was bigger than his father and now there were two of them helping Maschine. He just hoped this would be enough and turn out positive.