09-23-2012, 11:59 PM
Water was leaking into the fort. The high strung coyote was not doing well with this latest turn of events. He had done his best, sticking his fingers into as many cracks as he could find. Grabbing scraps of cloth he stuffed them where they could, moving along and hoping that his makeshift fixes would last until someone who actually knew how to fix stuff instead of just break it showed up. His eyes were wide as he headed down, looking everywhere. He didn't even have the comfort of holding back whines, garbled choking noises leaking out from his throat.
Finding another board that had been knocked loose he pushed it up, holding it in place to the best of his ability. He had survived a lot of things. Surely he could survive a simple storm. He survived beatings, being close to starvings, blood loss, and thunderstorms on his own. Now he was in a building with a full pack. Surely he'd survive this. Tail tucked he braced himself against the impact as the storm threatened to knock down the board again. He wasn't going to hide, no matter how bad it got! He just wished he wasn't alone in this section.
Finding another board that had been knocked loose he pushed it up, holding it in place to the best of his ability. He had survived a lot of things. Surely he could survive a simple storm. He survived beatings, being close to starvings, blood loss, and thunderstorms on his own. Now he was in a building with a full pack. Surely he'd survive this. Tail tucked he braced himself against the impact as the storm threatened to knock down the board again. He wasn't going to hide, no matter how bad it got! He just wished he wasn't alone in this section.