This ride is about to get bumpy

Artorias shook the ocean water from his fur as he stepped back onto the beach. After pulling every last piece of salvageable product from the flooded stores, he had found himself covered in a less-than-desirable amount of grime and muck. The food that had gotten soaked had been entirely spoiled and turned the water into a sludge. The store would either need an incredibly thorough deep cleaning once it drained, or it would need to be filled in and a new one dug. He knew Sirius would not like to hear this, but he also knew it had to be said. Bad news was still news and needed to be reported.

As he tried to dry out his fur, Artorias made his way back toward the communal space where Sirius sat in wait for the rest of the pack to join. He found the Warlord scowling over the minuscule amount of supplies that had been saved and Gossamer just arriving, and even those would require a good drying before they could know if they were still usable or total losses. The damage they saw now night not have been the extent of the concern. He found a position near Sirius, offering his godfather a concerned glance before looking over the remaining furs, blankets, raw materials, and other dry goods that hadn't been totally destroyed. No food or herbs had survived. No mixed medicines or poultices could be salvaged. This did not look good...

"Artorias Carpathius" | "Corbin" | "Argent"