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So you, Noss, and I will alternate until either the thread is complete or another person joins, at which point there will be a 3 day wait period before the chain should continue.

It was a blizzard, that much the Russo was very well acquainted with. They had plenty in Russia, especially where he had been born and raised. They had just been much more prepared for them, and the buildings were all centralized; no one in the family lived far spread. They could get everyone together at once and keep them safe, warm, and busy for the entire time the storm raged outside. After, it had always just been a matter of clean-up and damage control. And that was always just getting food and supplies and making sure stores were as they had been before. Here, now, it was about making sure those who were in the hotel were fed and warm. Unfortunately, they had not been prepared; the storm had hit suddenly, and they had a scant dozen or so hours to prepare. They were not prepared.

So Anatoliy volunteered, or rather, posed to every able bodied adult that a few healthy folk face the storm and head out to find nearby supplies, which mostly meant heading to Lunenburg to scavenge. Yes, in the middle of a blizzard during a Nova Scotia winter. To the Russo, it was the only choice and they had to do it, with pups, mothers, and friends stuck in the hotel. That was their duty and this was Anatoliy's. "So who vill come vith me to look for supplies?" asked the man, to no one in particular, in the hotel, where he had gone; there was no way he was going to face the blizzard in Anann's cabin. He hoped to get at least two more people to help him; alone, he would do no good. "Ve need to go before it gets much vorse. Ve need zhe supplies." Alone, he would do no good. He needed someone, anyone, to help.

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No one else dared to send, and a few gave him withering looks just for suggesting something so absurdly stupid. He just gave them blank stares back, wishing someone would stand up to come with him, for he would feel most uncomfortable. And leaving alone was dangerous. He did not want to leave a corpse behind for them to find to show Anann. That, that would be the most tragic thing in the man's mind. But thankfully, someone stood up. It was that man that was staying in the pack lands on the call of that fruity tailor. They were probably together, but it was not the Russo's place to judge or to question the directions of the King. That was that. What was this guys name again? Moss? Lichen? Something along those lines?

"Ah, okay. I von't varn you vhat is out zhere. I zhink you vould know if you volunteer so easily." He nodded at the other man, beckoning him over as he headed toward the door of the Hotel. They would both have to leave fast and shut the door behind them so as to keep the heat in and the cold winter wind out. The windows were rattling near them, that much the Russo could hear. It was terrifying, and his heart was starting to pound from nerves and from excitement to go scavanging in a blizzard. Ah, it'd be just like back in Russia. "Let's go. Ve'll head to Lunenberg, see vhat ve can find." It was doubtful they would have to go further than that.

Turning to the door, the man opened it, and if he had had a weak grip on it, it would have ripped out of his hands and slammed into the wall. But with his forearms tight as he held the door ajar, the man headed out first, leaving the other man to shut the door. Someone in the Hotel would close the door, he knew. He took a glance over his shoulder to see that redheaded tailor round a corner to help shut the door behind them. He had a worried look on his face, and the Russo noted that he mumbled something like a well wishing or a good bye to Noss. Anatoliy looked away from the private moment. Already heading toward the fence and gate when the light from the door disappeared.