Big Salmon Lake Sharknado

She tried to imagine what that tornado must have looked like over the ocean. From her time learning how to swim with Charon, she had garnered some respect for the vast body of water alone. With the addition of a massive funnel of wind spinning rapidly on the water's surface, her respect would have grown tenfold. "Tornado, huh?" She repeated the words, tasting it on her tongue. It was foreign and unfamiliar, but fit, in a way.

"There's a swamp nearby our home. The rains hit us so hard that the swamp flooded." Her nose wrinkled as she remembered smelling the swamp being stirred and pushed into the relatively clean and dark forest. She had not seen the swamp waters...but who would want to? "I remember hearing trees falling as well." The hope that no one was crushed underneath one was still hanging in the air. She had not returned in a few days, taking it upon herself to scout out for more food and herbs for the pack (while in reality it was a chance for her to be free for a while). "What about your...Caldera?" Again she fumbled around an unfamiliar word. "Did the storm hit you?"