Sink or Swim?

Silvano Sadira · 01-30-2011, 02:53 AM

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COUSIN TO THE RESCUE, short post so I can claim it 8U

Silvano had done nothing that day but find some food for his mother, which he had given to her, having placed it squarely in her hands and watched her eat it, just in case. It was getting easier for him to hunt for more than one person now, and then making sure his mother ate, but she seemed to have taken what he had said to hard the first time he had talk to her about it. It was good; it was hard seeing his mother in so much mental and physical agony over the state of his sister and adoptive brother. Speaking of the boy, Silvano figured it was high time he himself went out to look for him. True enough, the older Sadira boy was getting nervous and significantly more worried as the days went by. What if he did not come back? Savina would be lost completely to them all, and she would have to find her own way back out of the mental dark. No one would hold her hand then, because she would not accept any. That was his mother, that was Savina, that was their Consul.

As he ran, as silent as he could in the frost, the youth kept his eyes peeled for sight of the brown pelt of Denali, and his nares always alert for any scent of the boy. He could take care of himself well enough out here, but he was not a wolf of the north and he needed, he needed them, he needed his family. He would get too cold, and he needed the warmth his family gave. How would he start a fire? Find enough food if he was chilled to the bone?

But what he heard was splashing, and for a quick moment, he thought it was Denali, flailing in the river. Yelping, the Sadira youth took off at a run, snow simply flying behind him. He was only ten months old, but he was almost an adult and he was going to become a pillar of his family, a little knight, for them. And if Denali was in the freezing water, then Silvano would risk it himself to bring the boy out and home. Topping a small crest, Silvano saw that it was a brown pup, much smaller than Denali; one of his cousins, Tony? The freezing water could kill them both if they stayed in it too long. But Silvano had to do something. If he managed to get them both out, they would have to run to the mansion. Or else they would freeze to death. "Tony! Don't move!" he cried out in desperation, looking at the path of the ice.

Whining, he paced to and fro, then took the longest path he could see. Silvano just booked it, just ran, hoping, that the ice beneath his feet would not break, and that somehow Tony would stay on the ice or even float a little closer. Family was all they had and he had to make sure that nothing else would age his mother further.

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