Dragoncrest Cliffs an elephant named eloise

Aure came and left again so quickly that Ephraim didn't really notice her. He was left with Silkie to help him solve his little dilemma. No one else arrived. He guessed that the winds were too strong for his voice to carry through them, and likely the remainder of the pack was huddled in Hougeda where it was dry and warm. Lucky them.

Like Silkie, Ephraim was loathe to let good food, especially this much of it, go to waste. Had it been only one buck, he might have been willing to pretend he never saw it in favour of drying off. The pack could easily secure a single buck for themselves without too much exertion. But three bucks? He would have to be insane to leave those to the elements and not at least try to harvest them. He watched them bobbing in the water, bumping against tangles of roots, with a vaguely sickened expression that only vanished when Silkie made his suggestion. Yeah, Ephraim agreed, good thinking, we can come back for them when it's dry again.

That was easier said than done, however. The storm had loosened the roots of many saplings and snapped off a variety of branches from the taller trees, but how were they going to reach the floating trio in order to prop them up? And what if the water kept rising? They had to get them somewhere where they weren't going to move even if the storm did rage on, and that was a task that was probably a little larger than two young wolves. Luckily he didn't have to think on it too much longer; a snarl and flash of white in his periphery told him Silkie had found something else to preoccupy them. When he turned toward the commotion it was to see a squat little brown-black thing assaulting his comrade.

With a surprised shout, Ephraim threw himself forward and tried to seize the unfamiliar creature around the back of the neck. He was met with a set of bear-like claws across his snout as the vicious little creature made a sound between a hiss and a bark and twisted around to focus on defending itself.