What do you do when the devil comes for you?

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The mountain rose up in the horizon, and Potema got a good glimpse at what was to be her future home. The land here was seemingly untouched by the dark clouds, though the rain hit hard here. Potema followed the birds as they swept into crevices in the mountain's side, protected by the winds. Potema followed, tucking into the lower part of a dent in the mountainside, shivering from the cold water that poured down on them as they came to this mountain.

She decided to rest here for a while before heading back to the Woods to gather the wolves, but her plan was scratched away by the slowly descending funnel of wind. Mouth agape, Potema pushed far back into the dent, watching the funnel tear up everything in its wake. She wouldn't be coming home as quick as she wanted to.