As his dear sister squirmed for release upon waking up, Vinea's breath hitched and he whistled, "no, Skeena! Wai--" but she was already on the ground, eyes set on the bird-dog being dragged into the river. A bolt of ice shot towards the golem, and as it changed its course of action, he bounced onto its head and towards the river-bound hybrid. "We'll help! Don't use your stone! I think the golems want it!" It made sense, right? They ignored him until he actually did something. He was wary of his kin's surroundings, essentially keeping an eye on himself and her; he feared for what would happen if he lost track of her. Unfortunately, he worried fiercely over her. She was just so small.

"If one of us distracts it, maybe it'll leave the bird-dog alone! And we can all run away!" So, with that, he leaped from the rock beast's head and glided down to the fish, spreading out his toes and baring each glowing talon. Unfortunately, he hadn't quite compensated for his lower half, allowing it to drag in the river's current and suck him in, throwing him against the bare minimum of solid ground the sheer riverside had to offer. Water filled his mouth and he warbled fretfully.

It should be noted that White was half-crow. Most times, she was more dog than crow, but as her muzzle was released and she skittered out of the way of an incoming golem, her eye caught hold of something blue, glowing, and most importantly, shiny.

The instincts bestowed upon her by her mother kicked in near-immediately as the white hybrid fluttered back to the fish with blood dripping from her nose, eyes wide as she opened her jaws and tried to clamp it around whatever was inside the fish.

When she didn't get a good hold of it with her teeth, she decided to dig her paws into it instead, yanking it out the fish and protectively coiling herself around it, sniffing at it.

It stank like fish-guts, but that was probably okay.

With the football-sized object nestled neatly near her stomach, with one pearly-white wing covering it, White absently began to lick the blood off her maw, having forgotten everything else around her.

Vinea gave off a horrific hell-scream of fear as the golem stomped towards him and stumbled off into the riverbed, nearly crumbling onto him. He braced himself, curling up the best he could without letting the river current fling his very delicate and gentle form into the sleepless void. It didn't help that he already felt kinda dizzy from the cold. As the proverbial dust cleared from his mind and he calmed down marginally, something gave him a very good incentive to hoist himself up as quickly as possible and start gallivanting through the shallow water. Something was shining inside of the fish and it got snatched up by that bird-dog.

All innate desires screamed at him to just absolutely tackle that dog and take that glowy thing. For once, he actually listened. And so, the tiny hybrid plodded with all the fierceness he could muster towards the bird-dog and shrieked, "HEY! I nearly died for that! It's MINE!" Another reason was that Mother would really like it. Maybe? Mother deserved a gift. Maybe it would make her even happier! Bracing himself, he lunged at White, spreading his wings in hopes to actually get somewhere even close to his new opponent. Fortunately, he would actually find some success, slamming into something at least.

The hybrid's keen ears could pick up the splashing of the wolfbird and the fish, and she felt fear. Something was wrong, she couldn't see from here, but the wolfbird needed help. And she didn't know why, maybe it had been sparked by some of Mother's words?, but she had a desperate urge to help. Skeena couldn't just stand by and watch it die.

'Aww, how cute, the freak wants to help another freak! Go ahead then, get us killed!'

But she'd long learned to ignore The Voice, and so she turned to her brother as he said they'd help. She understood what he meant - don't use your Magic, which made sense after all considering that's what had drawn it to her in the first place. And then Brother leaped down, landing atop the rock beast's head, before fluttering down to the fish. Horror rolled in her stomach as he was pulled into the water, and she keened "Brother!", before beginning to make her way down to the commotion.

'Look what you've done, now Vinea will die because of you.' and that dug into her. If something happened to Vinea, to Serek or Mother, she'd never forgive herself.

A loud sound, and then a crunch. Skeena's head snapped to the side, and she whined quietly as her ribs complained. The rock beast that had been after them had fallen over, crushing the monster fish. She could see something pale blue and glowing in its side, but she was more worried over Vinea to care, although The Voice was snarling, goading her to go see what it was.

Thankfully, Vinea managed to get out of the water... and charged right at the wolfbird, yelling at the top of his lungs.

She reached them right as he snapped at the birddog, and lunged forward, attempting to grab him by his tail. "Brother Vinea! Are you alright? We shouldn't fight, let's all calm down!" There was a tinge of panic in her voice - she couldn't fight, her ribs were killing her. "Let's see what it is before anything happens!" she panted, trying to get the wolfbird's attention as well.

@Vinea
@White