Good Morning, World! [FLOOD]

Ullr had been bedding down for the evening when the first boom of rolling thunder echoed through the air. His eyes narrowed and he felt the fur along his spine stand up with the electricity in the air and the man knew it was one hell of a storm brewing outside. He crawled from his den to gaze out at the horizon. Dark clouds, gorged on rain and buoyed by strong winds were advancing swiftly on the budding kingdom of Argead. Ullr eyed his den, it was on reasonably high ground, the entrance sloped to the northeast to prevent the typical southern driven storms from blowing rain into the entrance. Even so, the emerald valley was generally flat and he had a bad feeling about this.

As if reading his mind he heard his alpha call for the members of Argead. Swiftly he took to his feet and raced toward Mithras' call. "Sir! You called for us? I take it you're working out a plan for this storm?"

"Speech"