Blackfeather Woods The 9th degree

Valour scowled his expression dissolving into troubled thought as her answer shook him. He blinked slowly and seemed to space out as he wondered how bad it had been here. Or if perhaps they were to be struck next. His eyes widened and his fur bristled "my family is all working together. My mom and pop headed north and south and my sister the opposite of me. We know how to mark a small trail to find our way back. we agreed to meet in a few days. How badly has it been here? A day's travel back it had hit pretty hard, trees fell and I heard the ground crack in the distance" he felt it was only fair to slowly explain as close to a truth as he could muster, pretending his father had never died and had been healthy enough to come back and lead them somewhere safer. He was concerned enough about their own pack's well being that he gave his own information, telling how hard it hit in some places.