What do you do when the devil comes for you?

Long post is long. :P

Potema was not a formal naturalist yet, but the signs of a storm approaching was too obvious to ignore. She stood amongst the red leaves of the Redgrove where her new den lay hidden underneath a bush, her fur clinging to her body from the heavy rain as she watched the dark, foreboding sky, felt the hiss of the winds through the dark trees. "Sithis protect us..." Her mother had not taught her any true sacred chants as of yet - her disappearance stalled her training indefinitely - but a prayer was all she had against whatever Daedric-sent storm this was. "Mephala weave a web of protection around our forest..."

She jolted as snap cut through the storm's howls. Potema had not heard the sound before, but it was clear what it was. This storm was strong enough to pull trees down, snap them in half, and one of those halves were falling near her. Potema ran as fast as her slender legs could carry her, though her pace slowed as the smell of the swamp came to her faster than expected. This torrential rain was flooding the Mire, sending the swamp waters farther west into the forest. Sithis save us, indeed... Her voice whispered. The waters could and would easily flood the tunnels as well, and anyone inside would be trapped...

The girl looked up to see another darkness cover the sky, the loud and raucous calls calming her as she realized that it was not more clouds, but the ravens and crows. She watched as the previously warring factions moved almost in unison south, to which she presumed was safe. Trusting the judgement of the pack's avian neighbors, Potema followed the dark-feathered cloud, hoping to both the God of the Void and the Spider Goddess that safe repose could be found there....