Lightning cracked the sky as rain fell hard upon the land. The wind had picked up upon the steppe, unforgiving as it lashed upon the body. Galahad had been caught off guard, battered by the water that fell so thick he may as well have gone for a swim with how wet he was after only a couple minutes within it. Gala moved on, green eyes trying to focus, to find sanctuary and shelter form the storm, yet moving in such conditions were not an easy task even for the large male.
He had been outside the farthermost edges of the rock garden when the rain first began, now trying to make his way into the lands of Ebony. He heard Valeriya?s call before things went to hell, and now here he was trying to find shelter since he had been unable to register where he was going, at least not one hundred percent, and his paws slipping in dirt that had quickly turned to mud. His every sense of direction was lost.
After a few more steps Galahad found himself falling, and he would slide into a den, the inside in poor shape to be expected. It seemed abandoned, save for himself at the moment, and Galahad would pant softly as he glanced outside. He?d need to wait for the storm to let up some before he could press on. If he kept moving around in that mess he?d probably get hurt... Or end up more lost with Ebony territory.
"Speech"
