Thank God. The she wolf would feel a slight bit of ease at seeing the young pup pulled free from the wreckage, but it was not the time for celebrations. The storm was hitting them hard, and they all needed to find somewhere, anywhere, safe before more wolves ended up getting hurt. She would allow what remained of her gaze to leave Maverick and his pup. At a gentle nudge on her shoulder crimson ringed eyes would land on Dragon, who was fast approaching with a female pup. Destruction recognized the little one, though she didn't know her name. She had sat with Loccian's children... so she assumed that though she was not announced she might have been adopted by the gray-blue Queen. The female would hesitate a moment, but then nod. With an injury like this already it wouldn't be wise to stay out in the storm. She'd need to get the metal out of her eye and get it treated to hopefully prevent infection. Ears would twitch as Loccian came up. The Queen's words were full of worry, as was appropriate for the situation. Despite knowing how dangerous it was to run around as she was the fact that mainly children were missing would make up Destruction's mind. The femme would look to Dragon, speaking softly. "Go treat young Silveris." The female had picked up on the child's name when Loccian spoke it. She would start to move, but then paused and looked to the pup, offering words of encouragement. "Stay strong, little one. You'll be just fine, and you're in good paws." Then, with that said, Destruction would run off into Seracia territory, searching for whomever she could find. "Speech" Think

((I must apologize for not seeing this sooner. Two jobs suck.))

Daedalus was scared of the booming. The sky was angry, water fell hard and quickly, and Daedalus did everything he could to get back. If anything, he wanted to get back and be safe. Daedalus was running as ast as he could with his small paws, but even he at his size couldn't run so far so quickly."Momma!" he shouted over the thunder and the rain. The young brown pup was soaked and his purple eyes seemed to be faded in color with fear. The young boy shivered as he often ducked behind ferns and trees to avoid the thunder and scary flashes of light.

Another boom crashed, and a low groaning scream sounded and Daedalus looked up to see a giant tree beginning to fall his way. The young boy, scared as he was, piddled where he stood and before the tree got close, he shuffled to the side and jumped as it crashed to the ground. The tree barely missed him, however, the boy was now stuck as where he stood was a dip in the ground low enough for him to fit, but not enough to allow him to get out.

"Mom! Dad! Please!"

Daedalus screamed at the top of his lungs, not liking where he was at now. tears streamed down his face as he sobbed loudly and tried to dig out of the hole he was in with his claws, but it was no use. The only sound was more rain, and more thunder that seemed to surround him. Daedalus felt like with him being as stuck as he was, that he would not be found as only two paws could be seen sticking out, and a small orb of violet. Daedalus checked behind him to see if there was a way out, but there was none. With being the color brown, Daedalus matched into the earth almost too well and it frightened him. What if they couldn't locate him? What if he were to die here? That was something Daedalus couldn't fathom as panic and fear began to set in so much that he was almost hyperventilating, and combined with sobbing would cause one very bad headache later.

There was a new problem though minus his screaming and crying. What Daedalus didn't know was that with all the rain coming down, water was filling his little hole rather quickly. Daedalus splashed around in it as the level stayed just above his paws. If it got any higher, there was a risk of the young boy drowning within the trap. As Daedalus tried to stick out his nose, water kept coming in at a rapid rate. Where it came from, Daedalus didn't know but he remembered he was by the small creek south of the den, so it was easily predictable that it possibly had flooded.

He attempted to press on swiftly, occasionally encouraging Myth to keep up, perhaps it was better described that he was telling her to, the storm certainly not bringing out any warmth from the serious male. There was concern, but his cold personality certainly didn't do well to show that fact, not a single "Don't worry" or "It'll be ok" fell from his lips, he of course didn't know if such things would be true, nor was he aware of the fact that such words could be comforting in stressful situations and his cousin clearly wasn't particularly calm. Compassion most definitely was not his forte. Iorwerth's intentions had simply been to get Myth to safety and then deal with any further searches, his shoulder still hurt a little though the man wasn't about to let that stop him. The thing that did however was the sound of someone else shouting. Faint over the howling winds, he paused ears pricking up and twisting as he attempted to locate a possible direction. The words were lost, but the little voice certainly seemed scared. Apparently there was someone else that could do with some help. "Wait here or keep up." He gave Myth the option, though didn't wait for her response, quickly moving off at a faster pace to try and find the screaming wolf. The cries were getting louder, he was heading in the right direction though there wasn't any sight of what he now believed to be a pup. "Where are you?" He barked, his ears and eyes alert looking for the child and any other potential dangers. The fallen tree looked as though it had been living a healthy life until recently and Iorwerth didn't feel like being squashed by another that had chosen to follow its lead. Moving around still, eventually he spied the dip on the other side of the tree and realised the sounds seemed to be emerging from that area. Stepping closer, sure enough he caught sight of the sobbing pup stuck within the hole. His first idea would have been to jump into the hole as well and push the pup out, Iorwerth himself was large enough that he would have been able to escape the dip easily, though too big that he wouldn't fit in without possibly hurting the child. Stepping forwards so his paws were at the edge, he lowered his head down into the hole, attempting to grab hold of Daedalus' scruff to drag him out.