Sharp claws, quick paws, death draws near.
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The winds ruffled his cropped short fur as he looked to the dark grey clouds forming over Casa. The dusty man with his emerald and amethyst eyes struck an imposing figure as he stood tall atop the towering gates of Fort Kingsbury. It was not long since he and Juliet had returned and now their very home was being threatened by nature herself. This impending disaster had breathed life back into the dead man, his hands were stained with blood but he saw before him a gift from Fenris; a chance to redeem himself. There were young and infirm to protect, his own brother's children which he had not met so far. Unthinkingly his gaze turned south and he stared longingly towards Cercatori d'Arte where Skye and his new brother and sister were waiting same as they were for this disaster to break upon them.


Coming back to himself he shook his head and raised it to the sky calling for all Casa members available to try to build up their food supply before the hurricane hit. Jazper had asked him to round up everyone who was willing and take send them out to search. He was the Mirino of the Brotherhood after all, the tracker and one of Casa's highest ranking members. His call echoed out into Casa and he swung himself down from the gates landing heavily in a crouched position. Pulling himself up to his full height of eight foot four inches he waited in silence with a steely look upon his face. Lightning flashed in the distance but the Knight did not flinch, a handful of seconds later thunder rolled across the sky. The storm was closing in.


As came before him, the ones who answered, Lorenzo would greet each of them with a grunt of acknowledgement. He looked very much like Jazper did at this moment, calm and in control. When all were assembled before him Lorenzo raised his voice to be heard over the whipping winds that were picking up,


"Ah 'ave called ye 'ere to 'elp find food fer Casa, we don't 'ave enough tah outlast this storm. Ah 'ave been scountin' an there is a large 'erd of deer not to far ahway from 'ere, so mahself will be goin' after them. Any oh yer are welcome ta' come an eef ya wanna strike out on yer own then ah won't be stoppin' ya. But heed this warnin' make sure yer back before nightfall, Jazper wants ereone back inside tha Fort when this storm hits." He hoped he wouldn't be digging out any of their bodies after this was all over, Lorenzo had become hard inside with the onset of the hurricane, his eyes like chips of ice as he looked from face to face, most unknown to him. Again lightning forked and thunder cracked illuminating up the day that was darkening by the hour.


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Raoth had sensed the storm above, and hadn't known how to deal with it. Most problems in his life were solved by violence. He would hit it again and again until either the problem went away or he was knocked out. With Amy it had usually ended with him being knocked out. The storm wasn't anything he could physically attack though, leaving a highly frustrated coyote pacing by the courthouse. What was he supposed to do? Everyone was getting ready, but Raoth couldn't board stuff up. He couldn't do those repairs.

The howl gave Raoth an excuse to work off some of his pent up energy. He headed over, listening to the giant wolf's tart words. He listened long enough to receive the instructions and headed out, not caring to stick around for any longer. He had hunting to do. Raoth preferred working by himself, so he set out for the woods, sniffing for any rabbits or other prey that had been stupid enough to stick around during the storm. It would be easy to get them right now, since everyone's sense of smell was messed up. Too bad it made tracking harder as well.

Too stubborn to turn around and help take down a deer he continued on his own way, ready to take down any prey that dared to make a move.
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Aro was happy to be of some help to the pack, his family, and most of all his little brother. He hadn't had the chance to bond much with his younger siblings, and to be working with Lorenzo made him happy. The call was answered very quickly with his own return as he rushed to meet his younger brother. He hadn't seen him since he was a pup, an hadn't stood near to notice he was taller than himself. Was he taller than their father? Aro was only eight two, making him slightly shorter than their father, but with the mohawk he adorned it wasn't noticeable. With the mohawk he looked as tall as Lorenzo. It made Aro give his charming grin as he approached his little brother, who wasn't so little. Their environment didn't phase the charmer as he nodded his greeting back to his brother. He was proud of the mottled male. He grew into a fine man. Strong, controlled, and a leader.

His brother looked dark, and hard. He wondered why. His words were hard to understand with the gusts of wind, let alone his speech was a little odd. But he didn't judge the dialect. He nodded. "I'll help, little brother. We can pick off a few of the weak and slow and take them back to the fort for storage....let's not waste time..the storm is coming in fast!" He answered shortly after the crack of thunder and lightening. He then took the liberty to shift into his rarely used Secui form. It was a powerhouse in this weather and would serve to cut through the gusts of wind and if it started to rain, the power of the storm wouldn't waver the large body.


He let his brother lead the way, but followed in close. His eyes looked to Roath in hopes the coyote would accompany them and not forge out on his own. It seemed the small coyote would fend for himself on prey. He let his wishes and prayers to whatever god be in control be for Raoth.

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