(346) Lena is a'scared. :c[/html]
Lena didn't quite understand what was going on. She knew there was a terrible storm, but to what extent, it was left up to her imagination. She had bunkered herself down in the den, for once in her life complying to lay still, and all she could do was listen to the rain as it got heavier and as the wind began to howl. She, frankly, felt scared--but she wouldn't allow herself to show it, as stubborn as she was. She was safe, and there was not nothing to worry about, so she didn't let any fear register on her face.
Then came the call from Tharin. They had to go. A weight formed in her stomach, and it took her a moment to move despite being so close to the howling male. She was recluant to leave; going out into chaos she couldn't see made her uneasy to the point where she wanted to stay within the den even if it was becoming dangerous to remain. But, she forced herself to move, and hovered near the mouth of the den as the others arrived, attempting to shield herself from the onslaught. Too soon, it seemed, and they were heading out. Lena trailed behind the others, walking in the end of the group, but she stayed close to a pack member, clinging for whatever guidance she could have at this point.
She slipped occasionally on the slick ground, but luckily she never did fall flat on her face, and was especially thankful of her luck when the ground suddenly turned rocky, and the prospect of slipping would earn her a mouthful of hard stone instead of soft mud. When they finally reached the caves, she suddenly sped up and rose from her position in the back to being one of the first few to enter. It wasn't the same as the den, but she could hardly care less as she immediately tucked herself into a nick in the wall and curled into a ball, blank eyes wide. She didn't even bother to lick herself dry.
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