Gone Tomorrow
The constant pouring of rain had done nothing to help Corinna Tainn's eudemonia. Everyday, it seemed, she returned home to her den to sleep dripping wet, with no relief in sight. It was disheartening. While the thawing of the world around them was a reminder that winter's grasp was not permanent, it was a dreary affair. The world seemed awash with gray and brown, and in Corinna's opinion, she wore those particular colors far better than did mother earth.
Gray ears twitched atop of the damp female's head as she heard the sound of her Second, calling from near the den. The message set Corinna's hair on end, and all present thought was lost as she took off towards the call. The rains had not been as bad last year, and Swift River had avoided any dangerous side effects of the incoming spring. That was a danger that they had by keeping their den so close to the water's edge. But it wasn't even the physical damage that Cori was worried about. Racing towards the call, her mind was solely focused only on the lives of her cubs. They were frequently away from the pack's den now, but even so, they did often return there to sleep at night. If one of them got caught with no way out...The possibility was not something she could allow herself to consider, but it fueled her pace.
Green eyes took in the forms of all of the wolves present immediately, instinctively taking a roll call of who was where. Naira, Kisla, Triell, Ice. They all seemed to be okay. But there was a frantic scrambling around the entrance of the den, and with her heart sinking, Corinna raced towards the action. "RIHAEL!!!!! FENRU!!!!!!" The mother's cry was undeniable, even over the growing roar of the river, which was threatening to break its bank at any moment. Lunging for the den, she caught sight of her oldest son beginning to push his way out. Triell was in the way though, so she could only continue to yell. "Grab him!" It was more of a bark than coherent words, but as soon as they left her mouth, she heard the cry of the youngest Tainn female. Whirling around, fur sticking out, she barked loudly, lunging towards the devastated river bank. Triell would be able to Rihael and Fenru, but who would get Kisla out of the murky water? Racing towards the bank, she barely kept her footing, green eyes desperate as she lost track of her only daughter.