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[aurea-fide]

one pup, two pup

Much to people’s surprise, the Eliksni were use to surprises. They were use to always watching their backs for the next threat, or the next thing coming their way. An exiled former Kings group were no different. Sighing softly, the Baron climbed over ruins of buildings doing another patrol of the surrounding area. His crew was off doing their own thing, and yes - he’s seen a few things. 

Sighing quietly, Jorvek wanders up and over, pausing a moment as he glances out at the distance field. Patch was curled up and hiding inside his fur ruff, but that wasn’t an issue. Overall, the place was quiet. Blinking his four eyes slowly, he takes a moment to catch his breath and eye around the surrounding woods, his ruined cape floating in the wind, dropping behind him as he crouches to his knees. 

He did not expect to feel his cape grabbed. And he did not expect a noise behind him. An...familiar noise. Blinking, Jorvek turns his head. And he did not expect to see a pup. What. “...What?” He rasped confused. 

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The Russian Winters was famous for how cold they were. Dead-not-dead guardians, Cabal, Hive, and even Eliskni can't survive in it for long periods of time. It was for that reason that Jorvek told his crew of a few to hunker down, and he would go on the portals - it was his duty as the leader.

It was during one of those portals with his ghost that he stumbled across another Eliskni that has seen better days. A female from what he could tell - which was difficult with how he was curled up under her cloak. He couldn't tell her rank, but that didn't matter. What did was getting her someplace warm.

Taking a breath, the former King Baron bent down lifting the other one upwards into his arms and trekked back to his crew of a few toward the fire they had burning. It was warm, and it should get her back to normal temperature.

Jorvek blinks a moment once he heard the voice, tilting his head toward her direction. He huffs a moment. "My crew's shelter. You were frozen - brought you here to warm up. " He rasped out in greeting, tugging his cloak around his three arms and Patch.

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✘ (Valiksis to Sovek)

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Sovek’s eyes were staring at the datapad in his lap, looking at the range of reports. There were odd issues going around, but most of the things he could fix later. He blinks a moment feeling a hand touching the side of his neck. Turning his head, he glances at Valiksis quirking his lips and his eyes in confusion. ‘ Something W-R-O-N-G?’ He signs confused.  

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回 = patching a wound (From Valiksis this time!!)

"It's just a--" Yaviks yelped as the bandages tightened around her waist, inhaling sharply after as the wave of pain shot through her body. "...Scratch." She squeaked afterwards, huffing quietly as her eyes closed. It was a little more than a scratch, a long claw-mark from one of those cabal beasts. She knew she was lucky that it had been as shallow as it was.

Her eyes fluttered back open, feeling almost dizzy. Her whole body was hot from a slight fever, and part of her wondered if the cut was getting infected. Out here... that was definitely not a good thing. And yet, her next words contradicted her thoughts.

"You shouldn’t worry about me." She said, simply, letting her eyes close again. She felt so... tired. Damn. She didn't actually want Valiksis to leave her, but at the same time, she was embarrassed to be in such a weak state in front of someone she barely knew.

Yet, at the same time... being left alone like this? If she got any worse, it could easily mean death for someone on in the wilderness.