City's Burning

Last round here! If there are any remaining wolves who wish to escape, please join us in our next thread at the Moonspear.

Hadn't seen anyone... Iqniq's ears drooped, frustrated that they could not find more. He didn't wish to lose a single wolf in this storm, but for now, he could only hope Tonravik and Nanuk had more luck in finding the rest of them. Determined that as many of them as possible would survive, he eased away his moment of doubt and offered the wolf a nod. They'd circled these lands. If any wolf were to be found they'd have discovered them by now. It was time to meet back up with Nanuk and head out.

He lead them up the edge of the rim towards the summit pond. Nanuk and Tatsuya waited for them. He glanced over both of them before turning to Nanuk for any visual information she might offer based on her search. He trusted they'd ran the perimeter. Four of them wasn't a bad number. Tonravik and Echelon had taken a few more. He was content in knowing they'd made every effort to gather up their own.

The storm brewed. Wind lashed through his fur. The moment he parted his mouth to howl a final time, his voice was stolen from him. Useless.

A crack sounded behind him. He turned back towards the inner heart of their home only to spy one of the tall trees flared with the embers of an infant fire. The edge of the storm was too close. The rumble of thunder and the flashes of lightning were so close together that counting their distance apart was worthless. Another strike of lightning. Another ancient tree struck. The fire leapt. The Spine would soon be cloaked in flame.

He passed his eyes over all who'd gathered and turned their trek towards the Moonspear where they could wait out the rest of this storm.