joiner [★] start of time

[raziel]

Raziel had crashed into the Typhoon. Quite literally.  A situation the faerie blamed one of his younger brothers for. For he would not put it past Seamus to arrange an unfortunate event to bestow upon him.  For such an event - similar in nature - to occur to his children, however, was unexpected.  Unfortunately, that was the situation, if the small figure in the sand was whom he thought she was.  Fur golden in the sunlight.  The unmistakable sight of a dire wolf, unusually small in stature regardless of young age.

He faltered in the sand.  Sea-green eyes wide in recognition and wariness.  He quickly took in the pieces of wood, the child's patient yet fearful demeanor.  Why did she simply lay on the beach?  Was she wait... Oh.  Suvi, the youngest, the smallest, was no doubt waiting for her siblings to appear over that blue horizon.  Her twin brothers.  Lonân.  Conrí.  His eldest children; Art and Lilja.  For a moment, the small feline waited too.  Nothing but the deep ocean and the blue sky.

His brows creased in concern and as he moved, the rusty-spotted cat quietly shifted, allowed his form to morph into something larger.  Dire wolves were massive creatures full grown.  At least, compared to other wolves, but, although Raziel had been born the smallest of felines, he was not uncomfortable with the change.  Besides, he knew Suvi would recognize him better this way.  That was the important part.

"Suvi? A leanbh?  Cad a tharla?" He glanced at Bakugou curiously, but quickly his attention returns to the girl in question.  Gently, he aims to nose her, worried.  He searches for signs of injury or pain, but there seems none.  How on earth did you get here?

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