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The storm continued on unrelenting, Terra staying as close as she could to her pups. Whines poured from them, as unhappy about the weather as she was. Or they could just be picking up her extremely crabby mood, stuck in her corner and refusing to leave even for the temptation of food. She wanted this storm over with already, and the chance to leave and head out. If she couldn't leave soon things were bound to get much worse. The storm had already been raging for a few days.
Bending her head she licked at her pups, the cries tearing at her heart. How could she calm them? Thinking about it Terra hummed softly, hoping the noise would calm them down some. It didn't work, her frame still as tense as ever through their cries. She was ready to break at that point, hating the storm and the fear it instilled in her. Strel was dead, and she was trapped in a dangerous building on the verge of collapsing. There was no way to escape. Why didn't it end already?
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