twisted and terrified

Under normal circumstances, the white wolf would have been tickled pink to see a buffet of fish spread across the land. But then, normal circumstances did not tend to lead to such a display. He took a step and staggered, promptly sitting down as a throb of pain in his head made him wince. He was soaked to his bones, and shivered with a chill that came with it, still too shocked to really think clearly and still trying to get his bearings. Slowly, his gaze roamed the devastation. He had heard of vicious, spiraling winds but had never encountered them before, and only saw their war paths long after they were gone, when bright green shoots of new growth had begun to take over.

Suddenly, he was struck by panic and jumped to his feet, swaying as dizziness threatened to collapse him. Were his companions safe? Lasher, Harlyn, Saena? He whipped his head around, as if he expected to be able to see them. It was then he saw the red fur of a fox, and he paused to stare it, dumbfounded in his confused and panicked state.