The Lightning Strike

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There was a strange energy and air that caused Tonravik more tension than any impending storm had ever given her. She had to see. The land was quiet, and her subordinates still brought her food when they could... but the visits were less frequent. As she stepped out into the orange night, Tonravik could understand why. There was a silence in the air that hung heavy all around them. Heavier than the humid air that was horribly thick. That promised something terrible.

Tonravik felt her furs lift, prickling along her spine. The wind whipped at her furs... and Tonravik moved away from the Basin. She sniffed at the air that lent to her thousands of scents, but none of which were of any real use. The prey, gone. The birds, gone. As she climbed and made her way to the waning Pond, Tonravik knew too that they should go, too. And as she reached the Peak, Tonravik saw why.

In the distance lightning struck. Miles and miles away, but still so obvious. She could not hear the thunder, but Tonravik knew that in some short days, she would. The alpha female also recognized they needed to get out of here as soon as they could. In her heavily pregnant state, it would be a long journey.

The alpha female loosed a howl. I am here. Where are you? She called for her leaders. Other than the wind, her howls seemed to be the only sound in the world; and her ears pricked. She was tense, her fur standing on end; her dark eyes stared on at the distance. If the prey left, they too should go. Normally they would hunker in the woods. But they did not. They were absent, entirely.