The Alphess smiled at her, signalling she understood, and in return Vladi smiled as best as she could. The rain beating against her muzzle was harsh and unmerciful, and her whole body ached from the precipitation. In all her life the European had never felt this kind of unrelenting rain before, and began to wonder if this was what acid rain really was. Not the rain infused with pollution in the water, air, and soil, but rather mixed with bitterness from around the world. Perhaps these raindrops were really the clouds' actual tears from their own sorrow, as they have had to watch over the Earth for so long and witness all of its failures and mistakes. Had the clouds been living, breathing organisms, Vladislava would've felt sorry for them, but since this was not the case, she felt resentment toward the storm.
X'yrin ordered her to follow her as she nudged Dmitrii's front leg, and the Russian was soon to follow the Secui. She gently but firmly pulled along her steed by his reigns, and tried to ignore his loud whinnies of anxiousness. Soon more troubling matters than not being able to see where they were going arose as she noticed the Issor's pace was beginning the lag, slower and slower, until it became nothing more than a crawl. Worriedly Vlad whined, trying to come closer to the lighter-colored wolf. "A-Are you alright?" she called to her guide, then gasped as the female almost fell into the slick mud. "X'yrin? X'yrin!" she said her name again louder, fearful that the woman couldn't hear her over the rain.
But soon the Kalashnikov heir realized this was not the case.
With a final silent fall, the tawny wolfess collapsed into a pool of water. At first Vladislava's mind went blank, her sea green eyes widened fully in fear as she stared at Xy's limp body. All in a split second, though, she was by the unconscious woman's side, shaking her gently. "X'yrin! X'yrin, please... You must wake! X'yrin!" Her shaking became gradually more forceful, but to no avail. All alone in the heart of a great hurricane, Vlad couldn't help her. Xy wasn't going to wake up, at least not here.
Panicked beyond belief and too nervy for her own good she yanked her Clydesdale close to her. She would have to get help from another Sangi'lak member, and fast. With some struggle Vladislava managed to hoist the Secui onto her horse's saddle, and quickly she pulled the stallion along, her pace speeding up in a run, and Dmitrii into a trot. Her breath was ragged from anxiety and fear, her eyes wide and bewildered, as she soon let out a series of yaps and calls of distress for someone—anyone—to help her.
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