Sun Mote Copse When the world went long.

I'ma date this for the 22nd.

In the days following the pack's evacuation, Towhee came to realize they'd definitely made the right call. The deluge continued and the copse slowly vanished underwater. She wondered what they would find once the rain stopped and the water receded. Would the copse be inhabitable again or would they be forced to stay in the glade?

She couldn't think about that just now. "@Fennec! Penn! @Savaktuk!" she shouted for the nth time, sloshing through ankle-deep water near the copse's southern edge. "IF YOU CAN HEAR ME, MEET ME AT THE WESTERN BORDERS!" Her voice was hoarse, not that she knew it. She had been shouting the same line for hours days.

Eventually, she made her way to the rendezvous point along the western edge, orange eyes scanning for any sign of @Figment or their two missing comrades. He had taken the northern sweep, now they were meant to touch base in the middle. Towhee stood there, sopping wet, breathing a little heavily. Soon, they would have to give up and catch up with the rest of the pack in the glade. But it felt like such an impossible call to make.