Pack Event- The Mountains were Groaning

It took a moment, but after the beast had grabbed Acacia and thrust her forward, he heard the woman whisper his name as if in confusion of his sudden arrival. Raheerah didn't have any time to process it or explain; her voice was enough to tell him that she was conscious and aware of what was happening, and soon enough he could see out of the corner of his eye that she had scrambled onto her paws and began racing after him, realizing the danger that roared on behind them. The beast snorted, halfway pleased that she managed to right herself, and halfway alarmed that his minor show of heroism had slowed them down enough that the racing slump of debris almost consumed them.

Somewhere beyond what he could see, a few more howls rose up into the air. He recognized them, belonging to the voice of his companion. Instinctively he raised his head and turned it slightly, as if expecting to spy her from amid the trees. But all he saw was the rushing white, rolling waves of mud and snow. At least hearing her voice assured him that she was still alive, and had not been swallowed by the avalanche. He had to focus on what was going on now around him - Acacia was now running alongside him, racing against the slumping debris as well. It thundered on behind him, deafening him; he wouldn't be able to shout out commands to the female.

Raheerah curved his path to move next to her, bumping his shoulder against hers. He shed a brief glance towards his packmate before lifting his gaze up to the heart of the valley, the direction in which they ran from the avalanche. That would be their goal - and while the roaring debris drowned out all other sound, Raheerah was fueled by blood rushing in his ears and his heart pounding, desperate against his chest. They had to reach the tree. There, he knew his light would be waiting, and Tenzin and Lham. They would make it. They had to.