Dragoncrest Cliffs the heart and the hurricane

Arlo had gotten back just before the big storm had hit, in more or less in one piece, but now that the weather had begun to die down, he was thankful to be home. The ground is mostly water-logged, the lake is high over the natural bank. In the process of searching for the damage left behind, sure the others have taken the survey as well. After spending time in the redwood forest, legs soaked up to his joints, he notes two ruined caches, flooded by salty rainwater and destroying what had once been stored there.
 
His nose pokes through the wet ground, pulling out the spoiled meat one by one to properly dispose of it, as he tracks in his mind where to work on refilling it. He can call for his brother to hunt with him to the north, but in the meantime he works to clear the rotten meat away so no others accidentally eat something that’ll make them sick.