Calling all packmates! Rowan sees one tornado forming east of the monadnock. Anyone is welcome to pp the tornados in their posts.
The sky had been thick with dark clouds when Rowan left the monadnock that morning to run patrol. Fat drops of rain fell angrily from above and the wind howled in his ears. After such a relentless winter, he wasn't entirely surprised to be greeted by a tempestuous spring. Hoping the storm would run itself out like a cub throwing a tantrum the Attaya persisted across the tundra, marking the borders as he went.
For an hour he walked the border, his hope diminishing with every paw step. The rain picked up and the wind attacked. The minatory clouds grew darker and darker until it seemed like an early night had befallen the Lore. Rowan finally stopped, chewing on his lip anxiously. What was this? He could hardly see left from right the way clouds of dust and mist shrouded his vision in all directions. Only by squinting hard he could find the outline of the monadnock behind him - and a swirling cloud that stretched toward it like an arm. This was no spring storm.
He had seen the water come from him, but never did he imagine the sky--
Blood running cold with fear the Attaya stood frozen for far too long, his dull gold gaze wrought with disbelief as the cloud continued to stretch down toward the tundra. Small rocks kicked up from the ground pelted him with enough force to shatter his ineptitude. If he continued to stand there, slack-jawed and lame, he'd surely die. Leaping forward he rushed toward the monadnock, his stilted legs devouring the distance with wide strides. As he sprinted he lifted his blackened muzzle to the sky and bellowed a warning song, commanding and loud: Danger! The storm is coming - find shelter, now!