Good Morning, World! [FLOOD]

The pack was slow to collect but Mithras couldn't be surprised, let alone angry. Everyone was still getting a feel for the lands, still settling in. The first to arrive was a man named Ullr. He may have passed Mithras in years but he did not seem to be yet losing his youthful stature. "Honestly, just trying to check in on everyone, make sure they're all okay. I hadn't gotten that far. I've got a bad feeling about this." The air just felt wrong as if there was something... Something large and heavy out there waiting for them. He gulped and looked skyward. One of the more vibrant Argeadian wolves would appear in his stead. Young Matthias, who come at his first call. After would come Steel, just as quiet. Mithras gave him a small smile and a nod, eager to watch how Steel handled the meeting of sorts. He still hadn't had much chance to get to know him.

Ullr broke him of his distraction, hopefully without even knowing it. "Perhaps the Willows?" he suggested, remarking upon it's natural stability. Mithras opened his mouth to agree when a crack of lightning burst forth from the sky and launched into the earth. It's deafening crack made him feel as if his very bones were being blown to bits by the force of him. He howled in pain, shaking his head from side to side to fling out the dreadful ringing. Just as the sense began to return to him he head a long crack... a snap, a crash, and a scream. "FARIA?" he howled out, spinning towards the site of the den. "Girls?!" he called out again. He cursed under his breath, fear flooding him. "Someone needs to stay here," he said, paws itching to dart off but unable to leave his pack members without some sort of guidance. "Send anyone else who heard the call our way." But that was all he could stand before he sprinted off through the grass.

It was heavy with raindrops, more falling every second as he raced across that plain towards the treeline where their den was nestled. He was racing the front of the storm, it's dark curtain following the vivid pink speck of his pelt. Into the trees he crashed, closing his eyes against the oncoming branches, and closing his mind off from rational thought. Anything that might make him second guess or delay or waste even a single second. Something sharp lanced across the corded muscle of his right hind limb, searing as it cut into him. Mith grunted against the pain but beyond that, ignored it.

When he came upon the tree Faria's blue was not hard to pick out amongst the brown and murk. Ullr had outpaced him with a faster start, and he was already pushing against the trunk. "Faria! Gods, are you alright? Say something!!""Get underneath it Ullr, see if we can't lift it." Mithras wedged his way between the branches, and knelt to nestle his shoulder down next to the trunk. "On three!" He began his steady count and upon reaching the proclaimed 'three' he began to not only push forward, but he'd also placed him wedged under two branches as well. He only prayed that it was enough. "Where are the girls?" he grunted out, desperate to know. He could not wait one second longer, but he prayed to every god he could think of that they were okay.