Into the eye of the storm
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It had escalated so quickly, it was hell now. She had never experienced anything like this -- the Great Tribe had lived a lot further from the coast than AniWaya. She had heard that the ocean could swing up and demolish the land but she had never imagined it would be something like this. They had boarded up the Town Hall and Tiva sat inside, slowly feeding the embers of the Great Fire. Many had joined her, sitting there, huddled in blankets, hoping the structure would hold. Simcha had done a good job securing it, and Uli hoped, too, that it would not fall, but she was uncertain. They had food and water, but the winds were fierce enough to penetrate even the slightest of cracks, chilling those inside. Not to mention the fury of the river. It usually flowed so calmly, but now it swelled and threatened to swallow everything. It was a sight that the warrior woman had thought she would never see.


She was the heaviest and the strongest, and so she had gone outside in search of the faces that were missing among them. Water was everywhere, and the river had claimed several huts. She passed them, taking care to avoid the flying bits of huts and hoping that no canoes would come flying her way anytime soon. Gemma and the children were missing, as was Light and Frodo. A crack and moan that was not part of the noise of the storm made her turn, in time to see Gemma's hut sink with water around its walls. She set that way, hoping to find them there. Alive? Well, at least find them. The children would have no chance against this if Gemma did not keep them close, and Ulilohi knew that the pale female would not let them out of her grasp.


Steps were slow and she gave the hut a wide berth. Or, her steps were slow until she heard a familiar voice crying Nate's name -- then, she sped up. When the river swelled, it had forced itself a new path and the new path made it a torrent. It was shallow enough to speed the water up to dangerously twisting and churning waves, but deep enough to be dangerous. Ulilohi had seen enough rivers to recognize a dangerous place to be. A scene unfolded as Ulilohi neared and she shouted to them, but they couldn't hear her. Gemma held by Light, reaching for the water. In seconds, Light was clutching his arm and the pale female had plunged headfirst into the river. Ulilohi sprinted to him, noticing the second child on the ground and scooping her up, shouting questions to Light, who could only nod and gesture towards the river in response. Both pumping with adrenaline, Ulilohi shoved Payne into the arms of the injured male and started wading out into the river, trying to maintain a foothold. It was dangerous, but she had no choice. After all the suffering the pale female had gone through for her children, Ulilohi was not about to let her die now. Besides, she was a warrior again now. Who was she, what leader was she, if she could not protect her tribesmembers? It did not matter if the attacker was canine or feline or winds or water, really. She was a protector, and it was her natural reaction. She'd trained for... something like this.


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