Sleipnir gripped Daddy's hand tightly, not as confident with his walking as his brother was. He kept close to Daddy's side as he led them to the large chilled vault door. Sleipnir shivered and clung to his Daddy. Despite having some human in him, he was still cold blooded in nature and the cold made him sleepy and frightened because it could pull him into such a sleep. When Daddy walked forward, he resorted to clinging onto Skylark for warmth, nodding to his Daddy to wait for him. He hadn't expected the big metal door to swing shut so suddenly and violently as if someone had slammed it shut, but the twins hadn't seen anyone. 

 His tiny fist banged hard against the metal door until they were bruised, "DADDY! DADDY!" He screeched, pushing and pulling at the metal door, "Daddy what do we do?!" He cried out, feeling tears prickle in his eyes, fear. He turned to Skylark with a worried questioning gaze, hoping that he would know why to do do they could get Daddy. Finally after a long silence, "We need to get Father!"

 Path strolled slowly home. His skin was smudged with dirt and mud, the old clothes he wore torn and ragged. In his arms he dragged a large sack of...something soft that soaked the bottom in a deep red substance. He had no idea of what had happened back home.