With a final, sharp breath, he consciously retracted his aura, smoothing down his fur with deliberate strokes. He reminded himself he couldn't stay up here brooding. The teams below, clearly restless, were vibrating with a frantic energy that hovered on the edge of becoming dangerous. If he didn't step in to give them direction and an outlet, he feared they'd start tearing the mountain apart themselves to stay busy.
Dimitri descended the cliff face in a series of controlled, silent drops, landing in the centre of the camp. Immediately, heads snapped toward him. Sarge, Ash, Marx, and Richard stepped forward, their expressions a mix of grim determination and desperate hope.
"Is she okay?" Sarge asked, his voice a low rumble of thunder. "We saw the rift, we felt the shift."
