Late afternoon, Overcast (following a large rain storm), 51F/11C
Dead Empress Backwater, a spring storm has destroyed one of your main caches.
Probably about 3 rounds?
For fucks sakes. Viorel had spent the afternoon being uncharacteristically lazy and having a nap, and at that point the sun had been flitting in and out of scattered clouds. He had enjoying snoozing in the warm air, until he had been unhappily woken up by that stupid bird. Not only that, but a couple hours after that an isolated rainstorm had swept through the area of the creek and the Backwater. It hadn’t lasted long, half an hour at most, but it had rained so hard that the leader had ducked away into the thicker foliage for coverage.
Only reappearing once the worst of the storm had swept through the area, leaving the ground soaked and semi flooded in areas, Viorel made his way through the now almost swampy area. He had planned on heading back to check that everyone was alright, and hadn’t been caught too by surprise by the storm when he say it. The main cache, the one that he and the others made extra sure was brimming as much as possible. Except it wasn’t a cache any longer, the storm and flooding had absolutely destroyed it. Nearly half a foot of still water hung on top, the majority of their food washed away, and what wasn’t now hung bloated and disgusting in the sticky mud. Fuck. One afternoon with an extra nap and this happens.
Viorel grit his teeth, there was no saving this. They would need to find a new area for a cache, somewhere with higher ground, dig it out, and have an impromptu hunting trip to refill it. Sighing in exasperation, he stared for just a few moments before raising his head and calling for anyone who was nearby. They had work to do.