Hushed Willows Whenever he saw a red flag warning at the beach he grabbed his surfboard

the water had come down and down. it had never stopped, not once, and now the effects of it had become clear. with a furrowed brow, teya shook the worst of the rain from her rust-cream coat and attended lumiya at once. her sepia ears drank in the words of the queen, and with a nod the soul stepped away.
she looked for sundance at once, but did not linger. ducking into the networking of dens, teya splashed clumsily through the waters too high to inhabit, searching for any packmates caught here, as well as mouthfuls of any greenery she could carry to higher ground, out of the flood's reach.
she dedicated herself entirely to the quest, slipping once in the mud on a return trip; she landed with an awkward yelp and scrambled to her paws at once, hoping that she had not been seen.