 ~ Rise and Rise Again, Until Lambs become Lions ~
The otter couldn't find Damien, of that it was visibly and undeniably worried and disappointed. It was clear from the way it's little, round ears drooped and its whiskers twitched this way and that, beady eyes glancing down every corridor as it slunk forward.
That was, until it poked its head around the corner to the holding cells and saw a familiar face. An excited squeak sent the patronus bounding towards the woman, skidding around the others and right into Isobel's legs. Backing up a little with a slight head-shake, it took a glance at the others with curiosity before putting its paws on the woman's leg and blinking up at her.
"Gevrik and Recard have been disarmed and are, Merlin willing, down for the take." Sabel's voice came through with less chipperness than the otter seemed to display, its whiskers twitching every few words. "Evander, Gabriel, a man I believe is the Undersecretary, Gevrik and myself have all sustained injuries, but we should be good to manage them."
Dropping back onto its four legs, the otter spared a glance over its shoulder before looking back up at Isobel. "I hope, you are all well." Then it was bounding back down the corridor the way it had come, skidding around the corner and out of sight.
__________________ I've got a fire for a heart._________________________________________________
I'm not scared of the dark._________________________________________
_______________________________________You've never seen it look so easy. |