City's Burning

Arverk had noticed that something was wrong; he wasn't stupid. The skies were a strange color the whole day, and the thick and dark clouds that hung heavily overhead indicated the storm, as well as the humidity in the air around him. He had never encountered a tornado before, so he didn't know what would happen, but he could guess that this would be a particularly terrible storm that would potentially endanger the wolves of the Spine. What he hadn't expected was how terrible it would turn out to be. Later, he would look back on it (if he survived) and realised that he should have seen it coming, realised that he should have been better prepared.

Tonravik howled, but Arverk could not hear her. Her voice was lost to him, blown away by the swirling and howling winds that threatened to topple the lithe whale. He stood there, just stood there like a dummy for a moment, staring at the scene unfold before him with dumbfounded blue eyes. It startled and surprised him; he didn't know that such a horrible storm could happen. But then, nature always, always surprised him with the amount of tricks she had up her sleeves. He supposed, in a way, he should've known.

What were the leaders's command? Where were his packmates? What should he do? Naturally, he should run, but he didn't want to, given the fact that he beleived his packmates were still here somewhere, and what if he left while they stayed (not that they were stupid enough to), he couldn't let that happen. Thank the gods that Iqniq solved his problem for him. The russet alpha male's howl rang sharply through the air, reaching Arverk's pricked velvety ears. He uttered names, some he knew, others he did not, but he heard his own among the flurry of words and knew he was not forgotten.

The Spine wolves kept their promises, they did not leave him behind. This was the third (or was it the fifth? He'd lost count) time he told himself that he had made a brilliant decision when he joined this pack. But enough of that folly. Arverk glanced around, and then made his way as quickly as he could to where he had determined Iqniq was and hoped with all his heart that he was right. He found the russet male when he was halfway to the source of the howl. Well, technically he found Iqniq by bashing headfirst into the male but...same thing right? "Iqniq!" he exclaimed when his blue eyes found his Alpha's form and stood up once more. Wherever the fiery male went now, he would follow. He could only hope that Kapvik (the wolf he considered his friend) was safe.