Sharp claws, quick paws, death draws near.
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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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