The Eye of the Storm[event thread]

The storm came faster than Garthinaw had anticipated. He had seen the clouds and felt the winds of change, but he had continued with his daily schedule. After cleaning off in a stream and drying his pelt in the rising breezes, he had curled up around Song and Arivae, making his day complete with the welcoming forty winks. Instead of sleeping through a quiet night, however, the world outside had other plans.
The large male woke up with a start, realizing that something was wrong. Water had seeped into their den, slowly rising from his paws to the middle of his lower legs. Song was already on her feet and roughly passed their daughter over to him. He clumsily scooped her in his jaws and made sure that she was securely in his mouth. Words came to him, but were muffled in his daughter's fur as he followed his dear Song out to the nasty storm.
His large, black paws carried him through the squelching mud, wind and rain being tossed every which way. Song pressed herself against his body and the two wolves moved in unison, all the while ensuring Arivae's safety. He pushed harder than usual into the ground, making sure he wouldn't be tossed into the storm that surrounded them. Song called for the pack, hoping that they would come and follow her to safer ground. His glacier-blue eyes looked through what pieces of the storm he could, finally seeing Canta approach out of nowhere. He pressed himself closer to Song, hoping that no one would try to appear and separate her from him.




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