OOC I've purposefully been slack on things, I'm very sorry. D: I should have posted sooner! I really need to get back into his character, so not such a great post this one. WC: 457
If Hell froze over this is what it would be like with whipping winds that could knock even the most well balanced of canine over and snow that could make one a living snowman. This, right now, was Hell on Earth. Well, at least for the young wolf as he trudged through the wretched white that was snow. Like any other sensible creature he had gotten some terrible feeling something would be happening, but never did he expect a storm of such a degree to hit. So it came to no surprise that anyone would not be ready for such a force of nature when it hit.
As he pushed himself through the moaning wind and snow he started thinking mentally beating himself for how stupid he was to have not looked for a home before this. Though, he wasn't the only one going through this and there were definitely those worse off. So such selfish thoughts should not have been be allowed in his mind at the moment. As he continued on he passed a few houses of the wooden kind and they didn't look too well. Being made of such weak material the buildings were easy targets for the viscous wind. None of the pack members lived in these, right?
With the roar of the wind Bao was completely oblivious to Shawchert's first few calls as by the time they reached the boy's ears they sounded nothing more than like the wind. Silently he curse himself for not having the proper clothing for this kind of time and made note to find better pieces seeing as simply buttoning up his shirt did little warmth for him.
By the time Shawchert's call sounded once more the Italian had no idea where he was though when the call got to him it sounded rather close which made some sort of relief wash over him. But where did it come from? He couldn't see squat in this! Whipping his head around he tried to pin point the direction of the howl before just making a random guess and headed off in a new direction.
After minutes of wandering he manage to spot two figure, one hurrying to the white though he assumed it was a house, and he quickly recognized the larger figure of Shawchert. Even in blinding snow it wasn't hard finding the alpha. Choking out a sigh from frozen lungs he went over to the leader as quick as he could
"Shawchert, is everyone here?" he yelled over the wind.
He knew it was most likely not his place to ask, but those falling house made Bao somewhat worried about the pack's safety throughout the storm. What if someone lived in those? He couldn't bear the thought of a packmate being harmed.
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