[They most certainly can't save everything, or every one, but her love of life, and the fire that fuels her holy spirit burns with the intensity, strengthening her resolve. Try, you must try...do what you can to try and save as many as you can. As the two split, Amaterasu comes back with a smaller amount of creatures. So many of them are too far for her to reach now, and the others... She will pray for them all. A memorial, surely, will be planted somewhere on Enso for all those are losing the struggle to survive, and fighting for escape. That is why they must fight too, to aid the struggle.
A tiny flock of flowaccus follows in the wolf's wake - only four from a once larger flock...lost to the falling trees and splits in the island. One of whom lays across Amaterasu's back, bleating pathetically as one of it's legs is painfully twisted. A felled tree seems to have crushed it, and it was all she could do to lift the huge bough to free the little thing. They can mend it, surely, but its cries are heartbreaking. And four is...not much, but the tiny, floral sheep are what remains from what she could find, and Ammy prays others found more, so they can grow again, and flourish on a new island, a new home... She waits patiently for the Hunter, even deeming to move closer to the mana pools as the route back to Ziziphus's depths seems to grow more and more narrow...more treacherous. They've run out of time. All those that are left, she must pray that others with skills greater than her own can aid them. She will hold that prayer deep in her heart, until the island falls beneath the sea. They have done all they can, it's time to go.]
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A tiny flock of flowaccus follows in the wolf's wake - only four from a once larger flock...lost to the falling trees and splits in the island. One of whom lays across Amaterasu's back, bleating pathetically as one of it's legs is painfully twisted. A felled tree seems to have crushed it, and it was all she could do to lift the huge bough to free the little thing. They can mend it, surely, but its cries are heartbreaking. And four is...not much, but the tiny, floral sheep are what remains from what she could find, and Ammy prays others found more, so they can grow again, and flourish on a new island, a new home... She waits patiently for the Hunter, even deeming to move closer to the mana pools as the route back to Ziziphus's depths seems to grow more and more narrow...more treacherous. They've run out of time. All those that are left, she must pray that others with skills greater than her own can aid them. She will hold that prayer deep in her heart, until the island falls beneath the sea. They have done all they can, it's time to go.]