Heartleaf Creek sat front row in my need to fall

All welcome.
Random Events: Dead Empress Backwater, a pack of coyotes has been spotted prowling around, potentially looking to challenge your pack's dominance in the area. & A recent heat wave has left the forests drier than usual.
Trigger Warning: Eros is presently suicidal. It is very probable that ideation will come up in his posts no matter the thread context.

Eros was scouting outside of the territory, trying to pin down where the recent coyote trails all stemmed from. They were as good as dead once found, having thoroughly crossed the line in their apparent attempts to encroach on Backwater territory. Unfortunately, he wasn't having much luck so far, yet he remained stubborn. Even as the wind steadily picked up and a familiar energy built within the air, heralding an oncoming storm.

It was much needed, summer apparently intending to go out with a vengeance, but that also meant it would likely be powerful, possibly even severe. They weren't strangers to twisters in this region, after all. Still, he was frustrated with his lack of progress, needed to achieve more before giving in and returning home. What if they broke through and got to @Ally?

The forest had given way to a small field, tracks winding through the sun-withered grasses. He pursued them diligently, soaking in every hint they might betray, and thus found himself thoroughly out in the open when thunder pealed sharply through the air and all out once the skies let loose. The rain fell heavy and thick, drenching him in mere moments. It's roar filled his ears and his vision became a tantrum of grays.

Eros kept his eyes open as he stopped in his own tracks and tilted his face upward. He should have felt stinging cold against his skin, the vibration of each crack of thunder moving through his body, the electricity in every breath filling his lungs. Fear or awe or thrill.

He felt nothing, as though he might as well have not been there at all.