Flash Flood!

There was no response from his nephew, the pup limp with unconsciousness in his paws. He couldn’t even tell if the boy was still breathing but… They had to get out of here and somewhere safe. Then, as soon as a healer was able, he would have them take a look at the boy. But if they stayed in here as the waters continued to come they would drown. It would be hard making it out, be he had to for both of their sakes. Charlie drew in a breath and took his nephew’s ruff in his jaws, tilting his head back so that Wylan was out of the water as much as possible. Here goes something.

Pushing against the water that threatened to keep him in the den, Charlie began to creep along the rougher floor. He tried to grip where he could, hoping his weight would help, though against the force of the flood it could only do so much. He would slip and stumble, dunking himself and his nephew back into the chilly water. Momentary panic flared in his chest as Charlie fought to regain his footing, creeping bit by bit to the front of the den as the water climbed higher. The real struggle was only just beginning, however. The moment they crept past the entrance of the den Charlie felt his legs give and they were moving with the flood through the Col. Were it not for the occasional strike of lightning through the sky he might have missed their chance to get out of this mess.

It was a large boulder that had shifted from somewhere up the mountain, settled in the middle of the flood. Not ideal, but better than being carried even further away from help when the waters subsided. Charlie steered himself towards it, feeling his muscles protest from the fight against the water and carrying his nephew. His ears pinned as his heart hammered in his chest. Another flash, and Charlie twisted his head just in time to avoid smashing Wyl against the stone. His body, however, hit it hard, and the yearling gave a grunt from the impact. Pain bloomed immediately from the contact but though it hurt it wasn’t agonizing enough to make him believe he had broken anything. Definitely far luckier than some of the other Armadans right now…

About a minute of struggling later and Charle lay on top of the boulder with the winged pup in his paws, grooming him in an attempt to revive his nephew. Tears pricked his eyes as he did so. He didn’t want to think about who could have been lost already, who might still be lost from this hellish event… “Please be okay, Wyl…”

"Speech," 'Thought.'