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OOC: Oh the sarcasm and cursing...

It wasn't long before a pair of jaws clamped down on her tail and yanked mercilessly. She was freed, but at what price? No doubt her lovely fur would be full of brambles and thorns for the next three months, but at least she wasn't about to be sucked up into a random tornado. Scratch that. Yes she was. The torrential downpour didn't seem to be enough, because, no, there had to be a funnel of swirling, violent winds descending from the heavens. Fucking fantastic. She looked to her saviour, a male only the slightest bit smaller than her, though he could have been smaller, but the heavy winds whipping his coat about made him look fairly large, despite the rain. At his command, she could only stare at him, absolutely flabbergasted. "WE'RE GONNA DO WHAT?!" She shrieked, but the male was already sliding down the incline and heading straight for the water. Yes, what a wonderful plan, fling themselves into the frigid water and just hope the tornado didn't decide it was going to touch down in the water and hope as well that the fucking hurricane didn't dunk them under the water the first chance it got. Brilliant. Inspired, really.
However, with no hope in the high heavens of outrunning a damned tornado, that seemed to be her only option now. With a grumbled string of profanities, she followed reluctantly after her saviour. It took very little time for her to end up tumbling into the freezing water, and the waves battered her back and forth relentlessly. Yes, this was the best idea ever had by anyone in the history of the world. Good job, what's your nuts. Her internal monologue complained while she struggled to keep her head above water. Looking about, she found the bobbing head of the ebony male, just a little ways away from her. He looked concerned, probably searching for her, so she let out a loud bark, hoping it reached him over the crashing thunder and waves.
The alabaster femme wasn't about to wait for the male to reach her, she wasn't in the mood to tread the angry sea any longer than necessary. Without further thought, she headed off for dry land. Okay, mostly-dry land. Okay, dryer-than-the-ocean land. She just had to skirt around the coastline, and find somewhere to shelter until the storm ended. That's it, just a cave or old burrow (one that she could actually fit in this time), and hole up until this died down enough to travel again. Fuck, why must she always get caught up in this crap? It was exhausting.