Erden was intently focusing on holding their minds together but still squeezed out her answer.
`Maybe... I can give you a couple of seconds at least... Hurry, though... Gods, this is exhausting.'
As she finished her statement, Stahl turned the corner into the blacksmith's, panting profusely as she shouted to the young fox who had been working away.
Rust was worried about his auntie, she seemed to be under great stress, but when the she-wolf spoke, the fox dropped the hammer he had been affixing a new handle to, barely avoiding his paws as it crashed into the dirt right between them. His father was there.
As Erden forged their visual connection, Stahl knelt down to look into the young fox's eyes, letting her older brother see for himself. Stahl spoke for Amboss, placing a gentle hand on each side of her nephew's shoulders.
"Rosten! My son... Thank the gods... I thought... I thought you were taken from me... Are you hurt? Are you alright?"
