A voice called out in his mind. All three of their minds, it seemed, for the two pups began running straight towards disaster without an ounce of fear or understanding. Were they so brave? Likely not. Just ignorant to just how badly their little bodies could be fucked up by the tumbling rocks.

For a split second Ezra is frozen. PTSD rocking him suddenly as flash-backs of finding his deceased father in rubble taunt him. STOP! He would attempt to yell out, if only to get them to pause just a second for him to catch up, for he knew it would not likely stop their bull-rush towards the tumbling blue stone.

Slower than he would prefer due to his limb, he hoped his slowness would equal out to their small limbs and he would be able to pass them, charging for the blue rune himself. If he were to get it first, he could flag them with it, pulling their direction away from the landslide, or so he thought.