''I really think we should carve our names into the bark,'' she suggested , patting the massive trunk standing tall amidst the Sacred Grove. Their symbolic interpretation of the fabled Yggdrasil was easily recognizable, dwarfing other trees by its sheer massiveness. ''Maybe a family tree of sorts.'' Mediterranean blue irises left the white walnut tree for an instant, searching for a hint of acquiescence in the Godja's pensive sterling orbs. Vinatta's priestess did not reply immediately, too engrossed in the horgr shrine she'd designed. Lilin took a moment to stare at it, not really understanding why the stones needed to be rearranged every five seconds - it always looked the same, regardless of the minor modifications being made.
Only the sound of leaves rustling in the wind dared interrupt Miskunn's train of thoughts - not even the Virding voiced her impatience, understanding the sanctity of her kin's actions. Both females shared a strong connection to the grove and its spirituality. It was out of respect for the Gods that she refrained from any additional comments, watching quietly as the pack's counselor repositioned parts of the altar. Neither women broke the quietude of the early evening - someone else did; obvious distress coming from beyond the woods. Dichotomous ears perked instinctively, fluttering lightly when Colibri's ascending melody evolved into a pained crescendo. Panic kicked into high gear then, manifesting with the quickening of her heartbeat and the immediate adrenaline coursing through her veins. Her body responded before her mind did- limbs carrying her through unbeaten trails, hopefully cutting down on the traveling distance separating the two Soul siblings. She did not wait for the Godja, confident Miskunn was only a short ways behind.
Thankfully, Colibri hadn't been too far away. Her frail body, soaked and pressed against a pine tree, appeared before Lilin shortly thereafter. The sight was horrifying and subconsciously, the Virding was thankful for the setting sun. Her sister's call had been hers to answer exclusively but as she neared the abused female, the gravity of her wounds became evident. There was nothing she could do about them. ''You're okay,'' she promised then, cradling the feeble form of her eldest sibling as they both sank to the ground. ''You're safe now.'' While Colibri was most likely trembling due to traumatic events and the dampness of her coat, Lilin's body shook with a mixture of ice cold fear and boiling anger. Her own call reached out to the rest of her pack mates, for the first time openly exploiting her authority. Miskunn's arrival was made manifest when the Godja's howl amplified and projected their command from the Grand Lake to the Commune.
Photo courtesy of VinothChandar, texture by DH-Textures
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