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Date: February 6th
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Ayasha and Sakari: I powerplayed that they were following him closely, and tried to avoid powerplaying anything else - you are free to powerplay as if Dawali is carrying them if you want to, and other things that may fit in with your plan
The storm had been building, and Dawali had been ignoring it. They were not far from the ocean, and in his time here Dawali had come to stop being surprised at the harshness of the wind and the piercing cold that accompanied it in these regions. It was nothing like winter inland, it was wilder and more unpredictable. But the Chief had come to realize quite abruptly this morning that this was no place for him and his recent little family to stay. He had packed some things, and satchels of belongings made it harder to traverse the snowy ground in front of him as he made his way to the Town Hall. His call to the pack still lingered in the air, but he had no idea if it could reach as far as usual through the rising storm. Without a doubt, the Town Hall was the safest building around. The storm had been too quick for his preparations, and he had aborted them halfway, now moving as fast as he could towards that blazing beacon that was the Great Fire. The winds picked up as he moved, and he could hear the creaking of collapsing huts as he passed them. Why had this storm come? There had been plenty of signs, perhaps, but he had ignored them. Would the earth punish him and his tribe now, for his wrongdoings? They were not clearly defined thoughts, but they had lingered in his mind ever since he realized the severity of this weather, and even now as he focused to get him and the two pups safely inside, they followed close behind.
The two children were faster tham him, but also much lighter than him. For every gust of wind he worried they could be swept along and become lost in the whirling snows. Had it not been for the struggling flames of the Great Fire ahead, Dawali would not have known where he was headed, for he could barely see two feet in front of him. Should any of the pups get lost in the snowy chaos, he would be completely unable to find them. His gaze was cast downward always as he moved with labored steps in the thickening layers of snow at his feet, both to keep an eye on the two small forms (especially Ayasha's, whose white pelt made her look as if she disappeared and reappeared every second moment), and to shield his eyes from the snow that struck his face like projectiles. Sometimes, the old male glanced ahead, making sure the Great Fire was still leading him to safety.
This time, he glanced upwards at the creak of a nearby hut, only to see a plank swing into his path with great speed and strike his left hind leg with tremendous force. The Chief dropped what he carried and howled as pain spiked from the shin and in all directions along it, and he collapsed with his hands wrapped around the injury. Long moments passed as he rolled and groaned, before he could compose himself from the shock and the pain. He panted as he reluctantly let go of the leg and tried to look at it, only to mentally state the obvious; it was broken. A look around revealed the cause, a piece of someone's hut; it had struck him on its way down, helped by the winds, and now lay innocently in the snow next to him. He managed to get himsef up on one leg now, using the very same plank as a walking stick for support, though he was unsteady as the winds passed by his slender form. The Chief simultaneously picked up his satchel and looked around for the pups. Satisfied, he believed he could see both their little forms at his feet, though the snows ripped at his the sore skin on his stomach and face now for each moment that passed, and the total pain of it made him struggle for focus. "My leg is broken. We have to move more slowly now, okay? But just stay close, it's not far I think," he said, limping now as effectively as he could. He would try and keep in control of this for the pups' sake, refusing to worry them further. They were close, though. Likely, this last bit would feel as long as the one they had just completed, but inside was food and medical supplies - and hopefully other tribesmembers that could help. He did not intend to limp for the rest of his life. If he was lucky, one of them would be willing to treat him under his instructions.
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