WHERE THE CROWS LIE. | TREMORS | OPEN RESCUE THREAD

[BLOODHOUND.]

Bloodhound had turned heel and ran, back into the thick of it, as a few others before them had. They could not rest, knowing that someone may be in danger. Bloodhound would not let this be their time.

They trusted that the raven that circled above knew the gravity of this, trusted that it would be their eyes from above, and alert them if it saw someone struggling. They prayed silently, to the Allfather, begging for His grace, for His hand to be kind to those they could not save. The earth itself trembled under them as they dashed back into town, on high alert. They tried to hear any cries for help, above the crumbling of home and foundation, anything signifying pain.

Anything that sounded like death.

They called out, into each home they came across, ushering a few stragglers along to the square. Making sure they were steady. They still didn't see Caustic, but they hoped that perhaps he had gotten out safely. He'd been a strong man, this they knew. Their skills as a human had carried over to this body, perhaps it was the same for him. If anything, the andskoti was much harder to kill than anyone could have imagined.

They trusted in this, as they trusted in the Allfather, as they trusted in nature, as they trusted their new feathery friend, and in themself. They pushed on, searching. Calling out into empty, trembling homes, and collapsing door frames. No lives needed to be lost this day.

THE TRUE TEST IS BEFORE THE ALLFATHER.