He nodded back at his mate, climbing up after him. It was a whole minute of raw climbing for them both, the silence only intruded by the sound of his claws digging inbetween the metal cracks and the soft grunts he made as he hauled himself up. Sleipnir held on tightly to Daddy's back, wings fluttering excitedly and his tail was swaying from side to side. His claws dug a little into Edge's shoulders as he clutched Daddy tightly, burying his head against his back and taking daring little peeks at the distance they had covered going up. Looking down he would see Path smiling up at him with his brother in hand-Er-tail. And he would feel much better, being able to ignore the height they had climbed up and the hard ground below them.

 The sky felt darker to Path as he pulled himself onto the surface and his heart thudded against his chest. He just had...a bad feeling about all of this. Something was going to go wrong, really wrong. Call it intuition or instinct, but the white dragon felt something ominous in the dark clouds and the stillness of the air. Still, he managed a smile for his mate and young, picking up Skylark and holding him close, "Let us go North. We shall not see the Elders there and the sky seems clearer that way. There is a chance we may find another shelter if you can remember and a chance we find at least a safe place." 

 His eyes glowed brightly in the thick smog and he gently tore a bit of cloth from Skylark's sleeve and used it to create a crude mask for his son. Tying it around hi mouth then doing the same for Sleipnir. He didn't trust this smog, even if Edge could breathe fine and their children were part Hydra. He didn't trust it to be safe and he wanted to get out of it as fast as he possibly could. Starting the trek ahead, he resolved not to look back at the chute opening that they were slowly leaving behind. The only safe place that he had known in this wasteland. He focused his gaze onward, they were moving forward. That was a good thing.

 "Edge." He said suddenly, stopping mid-step, "We have to go back." He said, tone indicating that the other shouldn't disagree, but his mate should have been able to hear it. The distant rumbling. The sound of large claws digging into the earth, pulling a massive body closer. It's sudden roar reverberating in the air. Path held Skylark close and turned, beginning to walk the other way. It wasn't safe, but they were moving away now..yet...something wasn't completely right.

 ((Now I shall call in a favor and ask if I may loan Beelzebub for a while :3))