Brace for Bad Luck [Ebony's Storm]

The storm had rolled right in as soon as Fendar had left pack lands, of course. He was fighting against the wind to get towards Ebony, even his large towering frame no match for the gusts that attempted to shove him over. Grumbling he dug his claws into the mud, propelling himself forward to bring him home. He needed to make sure that everyone was safe, and that they could find shelter somewhere from the on coming storm. Thunder boomed over head as lightening streaked the sky, lighting the way for Fendar as he carefully picked his way to the Stone Steppe's. He ventured in just in time to see a pale brute dive among them, and he let out a growl. It seemed that his cousin knew him though, greeting him by name. It looked like he was afraid of the storm, making the auburn male snort. However, at least it seemed that they were all safe. He made his way towards Valeriya, metallic eyes raking across her form to check for injuries. "Is everyone okay?" He asked, his low baritone struggling to be heard from the gusting winds. "We need to find shelter, somewhere where we don't have to yell and dodge flying objects in the wind." His vocals were full of his grumpy manner, there was no way in hell that he was getting any sleep with storms like this. Looking over the number of wolves here, he noticed that a lot of them were missing. Letting out a growl he rose his head high, trying to see if he could squint through the rain and pick anyone out. But of course his silver eye could hardly allow him to see two feet in front of him. Turning back to his Queen he perked his ears all the way forward, trying to pick out anything she might say over the storm. "Shall I look for the others while you lead the rest away?"