Fate Weaver's convergence

C67 Opening breeze, fading flowers 14 1/2

"She said she'd be right behind us! Where is she?!"

Beryl was panicking outside the cabin to the northern part of the pass, looking back towards the small hill that obscured their vision.

Please Kiyomi, please don't lie to us here!

Beryl coiled her body out of nervousness, the pressure of the situation building stress rapidly through the sudden severity of events.

"Beryl, calm down."

Beryl turned to look at Vaughn, who was exiting the cabin.

"She'll be here. Before we came over the hill I could at least see her in the distance."

Vaughn paused, looking up slightly.

"Listen, you can hear the fighting still."

Vaughn motioned for Beryl to listen closer, hinting at the occasional noise either given off from Kiyomi or the beast she was fighting.

"She'll be here soon, and We'll wait for those adventurers to get here."

Vaughn smiled at Beryl, his attempt to calm her finding ground as she weakly smiled back.

He and her both are alike in that, they're a lot more collected with this kinda stuff.

Beryl thought as looked back to the Ridgeline, awaiting Kiyomi's arrival. A minute passed, then two minutes passed, and the noise from Kiyomi fighting could be heard getting closer.

Come on, you're almost home free! Get here and we can back you up!

As Beryl was hoping, some noise occurred from just over the hill. Or beside it, as was soon clarified. Rocks began to fall, pebbles and stones no larger than a fruit. They were plummeting from the mountainside. With a sudden view upwards, a gasp escaped Beryl.

"Crap! Vaughn, the other Wolverine from the hillside!"

With Beryl's warning, Vaughns's eyes were also drawn to the hillside to their right. Clambering downward, the other Wolverine giving chase had caught up with them somehow. As its body made contact with the soft soil of the stable ground, it began bounding towards the two.

"Beryl, get inside!"

Vaughn yelled, pointing to the door.

Shit, what if Kiyomi can't handle that thing when she gets here?

Vaughn thought as he rushed inside behind Beryl, grabbing the rusted iron handle of the door and slamming it closed behind them. Quickly looking back over the small cabin, there wasn't much to greet them. A worn straw bed with a sleeping roll covering it, some old burlap sacks of what must have been old rations, and some aging wooden chairs and a table. The windows were at least sealed with old glass, and the roof looked sturdy enough for now. Realistically, this was the best protection they could hope for given the circumstance. Grabbing one of the chairs, Vaughn hooked its top underneath the door's latch. While he doubted it would've helped, it was better than nothing.

"Let's hope this thing can't exactly breakthrough too easy. I never read up on wolverines, let alone dire wolverines. What are they exactly?"

Vaughn asked quietly, peaking through the window to check for the Wolverine.

"They're like martins or weasels I think? Similar but obviously different. Like a cat compared to a mountain lion or something."

Beryl understood Vaughns's tone, lowering her voice just the same.

"That's all ya know bookworm?"

Vaughn asked, raising a brow at Beryl.

"Of course, that's all I know! We didn't have them down south, same for further west into the Empire. They only exist this far north, they just really like the cold! Winter coming in is probably making them more active."