Cedar Sweep That's a lot of damage

Rye nodded his head and gave Effie a small smile before heading towards pack land. He kept his injured hip slightly more elevated, easing his foot down with each step. His hip screamed in protest to the movements but Rye was determined to comfirm or relieve his fears. If Rye could sweat he'd be drenched but instead he was roasting under his coat. He wasn't sure why, pain was hus best guess but it was simply the heat radiating from his hip. The cool breeze gave him temporary relief but it wasn't long before they reached their destination.

The males eyes widened at the sight of all the destruction. Large trees knocked over, rocks the size of bears scattered and worst of all his home locked away behind a heaping mound of dirt, rocks and other debris. Fear bristled his coat and wove itself into his mind. So many new problems arose with the discovery, food the primary problem. Both for the ones inside the border and those outside, particularly Rye and Effie. With his injury he wouldnt be able to hunt and Effie seemed to be inexperienced, however still able. A silver lining to a fierce storm.

Rye looked to Effie, concern written on his expression, "Food will be the major problem," He stated bluntly, looking back to the blockage "We should look for shelter before it gets dark." He didn't know what else to say, what does one say after realizing home is locked away?