It's Time to Fight Once More {River Flood!}

The yearling was lost, and the storm only are it that much worse. Bucketing down with rain and his fur being swept in the wind, Tally grabbed hold of his fur so that she would not slip off. The rat looking ahead as Nia tried to reach higher ground. Among the chaos he had not been able to ell these were pack lands, the wind and rain had made the scent markers weak. The runt of a boy relied on his eye sight entirely his disability making it more fearful. Though his rat companion scratched on the back of his head, making him look forward. She was pointing a small paw in the direction of something. Nia felt her arch her head back and mimic a howl position. Someone must have called, he was in pack lands but he was certain right now his safety mattered more than worrying about that.

Nia moved on both his different colored eyes watching until the wolves came into view. Of course standing at twenty six inches made this experience all the more terrifying without all these wolves but his body didn't care. As he reached the wolves, tally stood firmly on his head he could feel the vibrations of her voice across his cranium. "You must be the pack that lives here, I'm sorry we stumbled into your lands when the storm got really bad. Could we help you find higher ground? My friend Nia has no where else to go!" She tried to speak loud enough for them the rat mainly concentrating on bass. Nia pulled his ears back paying close attention to their body language and snouts just in case they decided to speak.