Originally Posted by
Wolfbane
Hilly Plains
Waterstrider can't help but watch his brother hit the ground, too shocked for words, but when the thrashing begins to slow, he lets out a howl of fury before squeezing his paws tighter, stronger than he has before. Abandoning the knife, Waterstrider begins clawing at the wound furiously, trying to make it large enough for him to put more of his body in. As enraged as he was, he still understood that the only safe place when this thing crashed would be to be inside it.
Down below, after his brother has stopped paying attention, Pathfinder's eyes snap open with a gasp of breath. Through "divine" intervention, his spirit was sent back to his mended body. Even so, the process had tired him. He can't help but roll over and go into a coughing fit, getting rid of stray blood that had pooled before his resurrection. With the fit forcing his eyes closed, he doesn't notice a remarkably different thing about him.
His right paw, was now completely white, claws and all.