Dust Devils

The danger quite suddenly became apparent as the first wave rose and swelled over the sandbar. Drenching the pup and almost washing him off his paws. He yelped in surprise and fear, realising at last that the dust devil might not be his biggest danger. His paws started to slow, and he concentrated more on keeping his footing. What should he do? It was too far to run either direction now. They were a good distance from either side. The dust devil was almost on top of him, and his ears tucked against his skull. 


Then the stranger was there, knocking into him. He let out a surprise yelp as he tumbled to the ground of the sand bar. Then Spud was on top of both of them, heavier than either boy. Hunkered part way beneath a wolf and a bear, there was nothing more Kea could do. The dust devil was upon them now! She scrunched his eyes closed and ducked his head into the other boy's coat. He felt the moment the wind tunnel hit them. Felt the brush of wind and sand as it swept over them… and then it was gone. Another wave crashed over him, washing away some of the sand the dust devil had left in its wake. But it did little to clean up. Clumpy sand and salt clung to his fur. The least of his worries. He realised how he had fled from something that wasn't dangerous, and into the arms of the storm.


"What do we do now?" He yelled at the other wolf. They were close enough that the wind couldn't snatch his words too badly now. He knew the other wolf was helping him. Had seen the storm as the danger and not the little wind funnel. 


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