Sorrel had been out attempting to gather herbs when the heavens opened. With the healer's den being the closest, he had hid himself inside it, mismatched eyes watching the dark clouds with annoyance as they continued to soak the earth and the storm arrived. Silently he would retreat further inside, certainly not liking the sound of the howling winds nor rumbles of thunder and streaks of lightning that would join the chaos. He longed for his family but he was not chancing going out in that! And so for hours he would sit alone.
Unfortunately however it was getting to the point it was necessary to leave. The den, so close to the falls was amongst the first of them to start flooding, filling with water. It was rather astonishing how quickly the place was starting to fill, some of the collected plants had swept away and now the water was pooling around his paws, even at the back of the den. Sorrel was feeling rather uncomfortable with the entire situation.
As a distraction he would attempt to collect whatever herbs he could that were still floating within the den. The sodden plants probably wouldn't do any good now though as he caught the Lavender he would be tempted to take some regardless. He wasn't trying to sleep of course, though hopefully it'd still calm him now, providing it worked. He'd take a little extra, just to be on the safe side. Valerian Root would have been better though he couldn't see any of that around, either they were out or it had been lost to the growing river over the lands.
By the time his aunt's call sounded the medication had well and truly kicked in. His worries had certainly subsided though he had ingested too much, and mild drowsiness was kicking in. He wouldn't fall asleep, though he certainly wasn't feeling awake enough to function properly in this dangerous situation. He still didn't particularly want to go outside, even now he thought it was a ridiculous time to call a meeting but he would venture outside, moving through the water, the levels had risen again now and were already touching his stomach and sides as he got closer to the entrance of the den and there.
The current was growing stronger now and it was deeper at the entrance and outside of the den, the result was that Sorrel would struggle though drowsy he wouldn't cope too well. He would find his feet sweeping from beneath him and as if not drowsy enough, his head would collide with a tree. He would come to a halt in a shallow puddle but for how long would it stay that way. Hopefully long enough for the boy to be discovered. Out cold, he had no way of moving himself or crying for help.
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