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

When the rains came on that particular day, Sundance didn't think anything of them beyond how much of a nuisance this poor weather was proving to be. Though his initial concern over the flooding in the lowlands had not been forgotten, it had mostly subsided as the weeks crawled by. The willows, it seemed, were safe - spared by Mother Nature who'd seen fit to strike them over and over again.

He, fortunately, had not been beneath ground when the stream burst its banks and flooded the hollows - but he did happen across the scene as he tore across the sodden terrain to heed the Queen's call. Sundance went there first with the hope of catching up to Eleuthera or Valiant, and a cold terror gripped his tender heart to find yet another link to his past in ruin.

He cried out for Teya, for his sister, for anyone who might be trapped. Striding awkward into the depths until it reached his delicate undersides, the silverwhite aimed to dislodge broken branches that'd congregated at an entrance to the caverns, keen to free the opening should someone require escape. Powder blue eyes looked only briefly for sign of life (or death, he thought with a shudder of discomfort) behind the rubble before he lifted his head and rotated his ears in hope of hearing a familiar voice.

The waters continued to come and, feeling the pull of the current against his limbs, the yearling waded onto higher ground. He wouldn't be able to hear a thing above the sound of the court's new water feature so, with one last frantic sweep of his eyes over the area, Sundance set off at a sprint through the mud.

He felt fire in his lungs on arrival to the Alphess' location, but relief burned stronger as his gaze found the soft cobalt eyes of gentle Teya. It was to her that the druid went first, crooning anxiously as he tentatively reached to touch his nose to her damp cheek so that he might assure himself that she was truly there.

Sundance turned focus on Lumiya following this sweet, tender moment and awaited instruction. She directed the group as well as she could: relocate their stores before they were lost to the flood, and begin work on a new place to shelter. He followed his rusted companion, suddenly desperate not to lose sight of her, and gathered his share of herbs to hold firm between his fangs before they hurried off to locate their new rendezvous.