Walk | Talk | Think
Secretua's Guardian stood upon the edge of the Gulley in what should have been a warm sunny morning, his narrowed gaze fixed eastward toward the Obsidian Beach that bordered both his territories on one side. He could see nothing of the beach, nothing beyond the stretch of land that covered the border between the two locations, but there was no missing the clouds, heavy and dark, that had collected there near his own border and continued with each passing hour to grow closer, pushed his way by a wind that strongly tousled his coarse fur. And with their slow progress, Rune could feel an answering sense of dread stir within his gut. This was not going to be just any ordinary storm.
Knowing the dangers of harsh weather, having seen the birth of his children during the middle of a hurricane, Rune was familiar with the damages and threats that came along with it. Gratefully he had decided to take these lands, still well away from the coastline where they could avoid the chopping surf and any waves that drew too close inland for safety, but he knew they were still right in the path of that impending storm. The better prepared they could be for whatever the storm gave them, the better off he and his family, their single recruit included, could be.
With a heavy sigh, Rune turned away from the grey sky and incoming storm clouds and set off back down the incline deeper into the Fern Gulley, surveying the thick vegetation and heavy growth through new eyes as he heard the leaves rustling with the wind. Would trees and branches fall once those winds picked up? Would they provide decent enough shelter to keep most of the water away from his pack when the rain started? Where would the water most likely collect in this large dip in the ground that housed all this vibrant greenery? It was all things that he felt needed to be looked into as soon as he was able, but for the time being getting everyone on the same page, letting them know of what was coming, was the more important task.
As he neared their densite, the burly grey male lifted his head and called to those of his pack, the first summons he had ever made to gather them all together at once. Daily pack matters had only ever needed to be conducted on informal terms, especially since they were all mostly family anyway, but this was far too important; he needed them all to hear of it at once. Stepping within the chosen locale for Secretua's sleeping quarters, Rune slowed his hurried gait and waited, hoping the pack - his family - was close.
OOC: Just a quick meeting thread for those who can show to let the pack know of the incoming storm and warn about possible flooding in the Gulley in the low points. No posting order, Rune will explain after a couple wolves show up. Also, feel free to get the rains started at any time!
|
