What do you do when the devil comes for you?

Sorry I'm late to the party

Dark clouds were forming as Ohen entered his den near the borders, while raging winds whistled in the air. He layed closing his eyes praying that storm would be brief, but only a couple minutes later the sound of trees crashing against the earth sent the dark boy running for his life. One branch nearly crushed him to death however he managed to slip past without any damage. The stench of the swamp reached Ohen and soon everything looked different about his home. The land was flooding, trees were collapsing and he couldn't find any of his packmates. He attempted to howl but the wind prevented him from doing so.

Instead of looking or even worring about his packmates, Ohen allowed his instincts to take over and run. Fortunately it seemed he had run exactly where he needed to be as it seemed most of his pack was here at Lusa's den. He was pleased to see the two crazy witches were not here, but at the same time he wondered if they were even alive. Shaking his head, Ohen was quick to listen in on what was happening. It seemed Lusa was injured and they needed to figure out who was taking a pup. He wondered why his packmates wouldn't just pick up a pup and go, so Ohen decided to show them how it's done.

He wasn't thinking about the possible outcomes of what he was about to do, but just did it. He ran with all his might and only stopped to pick up Chevalier, who happened to be the fortunate pup who would be saved today. Once he had the pup Ohen bolted off towards the eastern borders of Blackfeather hoping there it would be safe. However it seemed no matter how fast he ran, he couldn't outrun the storm. So he never stopped sprinted and held Chev tight in his jaws, possibly even hurting the little guy. Mud clung to his pelt and he was breathing heavy, but he never stopped running.