Rainy days; Pack weather plot!

He was leaving the cave in search of others when Orchid padded up to the entrance with a mouth full of herbs and an quizzical look upon her muzzle. He grinned at the healer, knowing she had heard or guessed something to bring her here with herbs. It was good to know she was there if they needed her and with a nudge on the shoulder he would continue on in search of others. He was worried about the overflowing stream that skirted the edges of his territory, he hoped the banks of the river didn't burst and flood all of Solstice.. if water started lapping their paws in the cave he would know he made a mistake. With a worrying sigh he decided to branch off that way and have a look. By fluke he would find himself close enough to the water by the time Sibelle made her cry. The thunder overhead nearly drowned the noise but the hairs on the back of his and his fear for the woman he loved had him leaping forward before thought could form in his mind.



She was being pulled by the current towards the very River that Cru was worried about bursting, and seeing the strength of the current and the constant, endless rain only increased his worry. He ran along the side of the water, the red shape of Sibelle constantly ahead of him. Through the stormy dark night it was hard to see where he was going and trees and rocks about him caught and dug into this coat, tearing out chunks of fur as he ran on. He was trying to catch up to the shape of his Sibelle but the water was moving so quickly. With an angry cry he increased his speed until he was flying across the surface, he ran until he was ahead of her and saw the perfect point, a fallen tree lying on his side of the bank brancing out across the water. He jumped, his fast pace made the movement unpredictable as he landed on the branch and scrambled to stay on, digging his paws in and dragging blood on the bottom of his pads and he scrambled further onto the branch before the water could grab at him. He was standing, head bowed when Sibelles form came rushing towards him. He reached forward, grabbing at her with his teeth and getting a hold. He locked his paws into a crook in the teeth as he was jabbed forward with the force of the pull, but he held on, both to the back of her neck with her teeth and his paws to the tree. He couldn't shout at her though his mouth full at fur but could only hope she was conscious enough to realize she needed to grab onto the tree and help him pull her up and out.