Walk | Talk | Think
From somewhere amidst the dens, his nephew crawled forth, looking overall unsettled and in great need of reassurance. Immediately it made him wonder where the boy's mother, his sister, was, though he could think of nothing yet that could or would be keeping her. The storm had yet to hit and while he knew flooding was inevitable he was certain it was not preventing her from arriving. Was it his other nephew perhaps, Amarant's brother? Making a mental note to himself to find them and check on them later, he tried to focus again on the spotted, green-eyed boy who needed his attention.
Before he could begin worrying over how to tell the kid what was going on without upsetting him further, Alamea was at his side taking over for him, explaining in her kind voice what it was that Rune should have said himself. He turned to glance at her and lean into her touch, grateful to see her there among them. With the storm creeping up on them as swiftly as it was, it was crucial they got the whole pack together and made everyone aware of the impending dangers. No one was going to fall through the cracks, and he was going to make sure that they were all up to speed and ready for whatever the severe weather that had overtaken them planned to dish out.
A whispered word was voiced to him from his little mate and the worry was clear within her rosy pink eyes. "Eirik too," he answered just as quietly, brushing his muzzle beside hers as a gesture of comfort. Two of their three were still absent, but in that he took a little comfort. If both were missing there was a chance they were actually together, and though Eirik often did slack off when left to his own devices he still managed to watch out for his sister and those others who needed a careful eye on them. Maybe, hopefully, they were together and would be arriving shortly.
As if summoned by their parents' worry, the pair in question arrived together and in one piece though the state of their coats attested to the storm's arrival. The sound of rain striking the canopy overhead suddenly added itself to the noise of the wind and rustling vegetation, and the combination allowed more rain than likely any of them wanted to reach the forest floor below. Sighing with frustration, Rune wished there was more he could do to fortify the pack against the storm but hoped what he was currently doing would be enough. He opened his mouth to speak, ready to answer Eirik's question, but hesitated. For just a second his pale blue gaze shifted to Amarant and back again, and so as not to frighten the youth he answered, "Possibly," with a nod that was more affirmative.
The gathering seemed destined to bring about others who were not part of Secretua, and the first most noticeable of these was the almost white wolf who traipsed right into their midst. For a moment Rune could only stare dumbfounded, a quick glance made toward his mate as if seeking to double check whether she had done any recruiting of her own, but it was the words and their intended recipient that the tall boy spoke that finally brought it all home for him. Of course. This was Warja's little - well, not quite so little - friend Alamea had mentioned once before, the Adravendi boy she spent so much of her free time with.
Recognition setting in, Rune's frosty gaze seemed to narrow just a fraction more as he stared at the youth who had put himself on the spot, unable to stop himself from giving him a once-over. Turning his head, he glanced very pointedly at his daughter - did she know her friend was going to be stopping by? - and muttered with a dry tone, "I think you have a visitor," only to catch the pale grey form of his son on the move from the corner of his eye. The boy's attention seemed drawn to something and despite the importance of their meeting he appeared to be ready to investigate regardless of where his priorities should have kept him. "Eirik!" Rune called after his son, but to no avail. His frown deepening, the Guardian quickly glanced at those left behind, hoping this unpredictable start to the storm was no indication of what was to come overall.
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