Flash Flood!

The Warlord made his way slowly down the steep slope outside his den. Fighting the urge to recklessly charge the distance as Marshal lifted off through the heavy rains. The large bird struggled against the wind as he ran air support for the wolves below. He returned shortly after to inform the Warlord about Kite, the pups, and Gossy. He was almost down the cliff now, and the raging water was a roar in his ears. "Bear, help Gossy!" He ordered. His companion was a powerful swimmer. Strong enough for this? He could only hope.


He stopped at the waters edge, his eyes scanning the filling warrens. "I need to head into the Warrens, run support with Marshal" he ordered Bast, posing himself to leap when Marshal let out a sharp cry. Isa! And she wasn't moving. He changed course, leaping into the water as he followed the birds path above him. He felt the pull of the current immediately, threatening to roll him. Old fears resurfaced as the heavy wolf struggled, until a splash sounded near him. Bast. He turned to see the feline dive into the closest Warren. "Bast!" He cried, but it was too late to stop her. He hesitated, but the current was already taking him. Isa…


He let it sweep him away. His breath loud and raspy in his ears. He fought against both the panic and the current as he struggled to slow himself, to push through to the mountain on the other side. His world narrowed down to sucking breath into his lungs and the stroke of his arms, and then he was there. He dragged himself to shore, shaking from exhaustion. Isa? Marshals cry rallied him, and he pushed on. There! He collapsed down next to her. His paws grabbing the smaller wolf as he started to pump her stomach, angling her head to the side. "Isa, damn you, don't give up on me now." He ordered her.