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Skye had known something was wrong as soon as the winds started howling - and didn't stop. She had been in the stables, trying to calm Jack and the rest of the animals in there, warm with her coat on - but something told her something was wrong. She heard a howling that was not the wind - it was Shawchert. Pushing against the door, she eventually managed to get out of the stables before the door slammed closed behind her due to the force of the wind. She looked back; the stable looked reasonable able to be held up. Right now, her pack came first.
She fought the wind every step of the way until she found herself to where Shawchert was standing - he was with Sankara in front of Sky's house. She walked up to him until she was close enough for him to hear her over the howling winds if she wished to speak. Suddenly, she saw Mars next to her - the pack was coming. She glanced up at Shawchert.
"Shaw, we need to get the pack into stone houses as soon as possible," she yelled over the storm as Mars remarked on the storm. "It's only going to get worse from here!"