Flash Flood!

Basilisk stood across from Hazel in the training arena on the beach. It was the best place to spar, with the endless sheets of water raining down on them. Neither wolf cared about the time. Bas cared only about Hazel, and Hazel about improving. At least here the earth didn’t turn to mud. There was just sand, and rain, and each other. They were about to face off for a second match when the sound of an awful roar sounded from the Col. Turning with a look of concern, he realised he could hear faint yelling above the rain and strange thundering noise. Like a herd of buffalo.

“They need us…” He said, but the General was already moving. He raced after her, heading first towards the market - only to realise there was a steady stream of water emerging from the entrance. Growing more frantic with worry, they turned to move around the mountain. Heading for the Col. Spider! but he didn’t voice his concern. Their kid should be safe in the height of the treehouse. Right?

They reached the Col and saw the madhouse in front of them. Wolves swimming against the current, some pulling others from the water. He could see his Grandfather standing in front of a prone wolf. But everything stilled when he saw a familiar black, and double-eyed form fighting to get to the surface. “Spider” He yowled, diving for the pup.


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