illynx,

A cry lifts her ears to catch the sound of a familiar, jovial voice sounding out in something that was not glee or reverence for some new discovery; it was a voice wrought with an eminent need to listen and heed the words he spun. She finds him, a dark streak shouting the name of a foe ancient and well known to the unicorns of Loorien, and without a moments hesitation, she turns with a graceful spin to face her son who has heard the warning, as well.

He is filled with eagerness to see the hounds come, but his mother is wiser and much meaner than his curiosity; using her body as a wall she propels herself between the boy and the region of the land from which Zikar bolted, the presumed location of the intruders. ”Gather to my side, close as you can make yourself,” she commands sharply, forcing him into the motion even as he moves to oblige her with anxiously prancing hooves, her senses burning with the need to both locate the wolves and her other child, too young to properly defend or flee from the wild animals; she’s not entirely sure why she cares if Aithniel survives or not until she spies Rikyn from the corner of her eye – and knows his woe will be a terrible thing to survive through indeed.

The Haruspex is calling for the children to follow him, still within a fair distance from the Lady, but she is held momentarily by her fears that the young hybrid will not hear him and be caught in between sharp, dangerous teeth; her hesitation last for but a few seconds, but they tick through her mind slow and wearisome as cold molasses.

She moves to follow Zikar, intent on defending the cave with the rather nonaggressive but eagerly available scientist, knowing that if the wolves turn to the place where all the children are hiding (a likely thing, seeing as Myrrdin was no longer around as a promising, easy catch in his feeble oldness) the Haruspex would be unable to defend them with much more grace than he had her during their last hours of darkness.

He couldn’t shove all the children away at once, now could he?

”Aithniel!” Rikyn calls as they run after the madman with his eyes searching the land as they rush forward, the realization that she could possibly be in danger having finally been realized by the boy; his voice has a tinge of need and a heavy dose of fear knit into its notes, ”Aith!?”

Within a few moments time, the Lady and her prince arrive at the cave of the mirror, the golden backed woman pushing her nearly panicked child into the opening behind the moon eyed scholar. ”Get yourself together, Rikyn!” she snaps with her golden eyes narrowed and heart ramming into her ribcage in a combination of the running and her worry for her people, ”why don’t you start calling for the wolves by name, maybe they’ll find you faster then!”

The harshness in her voice strikes the child with a heavy weight and his ears splay to the sides, his heart more heavy than it had been a moment earlier, but he does as he is commanded and immediately silences his worried bleating for his sister while his mother anxiously walks the fore of the cave, waiting for the monsters to come with ferocity steeling her heart and adding definition to her sinew.

[ OOC: Illynx and Rikyn followed Zikar to the Haruspex cave, and Illynx is remaining there to help assist in defending the cave should they make it there. :3 ]

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