Speaking weakly between gasps of air, "Are we... almost.. there.. Sir?" a rookie warrior asks.
"Not much further, kid." A large, well built night elf man says, climbing the mountain with ease as a small blue whelp flutters happily next to him.
"If I.. may ask... Why is.. the garrison... so.. *huff* high up?" The young boy continues taking in sharp breaths.
"Simple. Hard to get to, and a great work out." The elf man chuckles, his whelp blowing a small ring of ice smoke towards him.
The boy grabs onto a cliff edge, trying to gain a footing but the rocks slip from under him, causing an avalanche. Quickly, the elf grabs the boy and whelp, shielding them from the snow and gravel with his body as he braces against a stable cliff face. After a few minutes, the three manage to dig out from the snow as the sound of people shouting could be heard in the distance.
Coughing from the fallen rocks and the dust it had kicked up, the elf finally shouts towards the voices, "We're okay! Down here!"
After several moments, the elf managed to sit the boy on top of the packed snow before climbing out of the hole they had been trapped in. A male elf priest slides carefully down the snow towards the two.
"Are you guys alright?" the priests asks with heavy concern, setting his medical back pack down to check on the boy.
"We're fine, Ralsinath." The taller elf says, dusting a bit of snow off the whelp's wings.
"You sure, Sheikaris? Everyone in the base is worried when they heard the rumbling snow." Ral says as he slips his pack on his belt.
"Yeah. Anyways we should focus on getting this one somewhere to rest and some hot coco." Sheik says, setting the whelp on his shoulder to rest.
"Alright." Ral begins climbing the mountain.
Chuckling, Sheik carries the boy on his back before saying, "Welcome to the Lineage, kid."
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