Flash Flood!

He had woken up in the middle of the night and had been unable to sleep. His companions had left the den, though Silveris had been spending more time in the woods. He left, braving the rain for a walk. So long as he didn't spend too long in it and came back to dry off he should be fine, right? That was the logic. The rain helped soothe his mind… until the world began to light up with lightning. Thunder boomed and Charlie could feel his gut twist uneasily. The walk had been nice but it seemed things were about to get nasty. He began to make his way back to the Col. Nothing could have prepared him for the chaos that was going to unfold.

Lightning lit up the world and Charlie could see his nephew by the Blacksmith's den. He would quicken his pace. The world began to roar and he could hear his father's muffled voice in the cave. Charlie broke into a run. There was no time to think, instinct driving him toward the pup. The mountains shifted and water came cascading forth. He saw his nephew swept up, his heart  leaping to his throat. "Wylan!" The water kept coming. It crashed against him and Charlie used its momento to drag him toward the den. Wylan has hit something, disappearing from view. Panic gripped the yearling as the realization the pup was under the water hit him. He scrambles, branches smacking his body.

Seconds felt like an eternity. He made it to the den and the water pushed him forward. Every second mattered. He felt a wet lump of fur and his jaws went into the chilly liquid. When his head broke the water he held the soaking form of his nephew in his jaws. He had grabbed him by a wing, something that would no doubt hurt to be strained. The yearling tried to find his footing, soon crashing into something with the den with his right side. He winces but uses the stabilization to bring a foreleg up and attempt to situate Wylan against his chest. Was his nephew conscious?

"Wyl! Can you hear me? Are you alright?" More water was flooding into the den. He held his nephew up, trying to gauge the safest way out… if there was one. What of his siblings? His father? His heart ached in his chest as he shivered from the chilly water. This was bad… the Armada… it couldn't fall here!

"Speech," 'Thought.'