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Kable fought to open the door against the force of the wind. Lightning flashed behind him illuminating the immediate room. A frightful sight of Terra stood there protecting her pups from some possible threat, though he certainly was no threat. The door slammed shut behind him. Terra what are you doing here?! His voice had been a bit stern, filled with worry. Not that he should be out here either but at least he had no children to care for. She should have been staying with somebody, probably in a more stable building than this. Problem was the hurricane was already in effect, they weren’t close enough to the hotel or another building. With the pups it would be a bad idea to up and change shelter.
They were pretty well stuck with one another for the time being. The wind continued to rage and the rain pelted the roof unrelenting. He picked one of the walls to lean against and sat down. Taking a couple deep slow breaths he tried to calm himself down. Looking and the red colored woman he realized he probably asked the wrong question first. Are you alright? I mean you and the kids? The husky male grabbed the gash on his arm trying to stop the ache he felt from it. The open wound still bled, though not as much as before as it wasn’t getting wet any more. That’s quite the storm don’t you think. He attempted to make mild chitchat hoping to keep spirits up but fell quiet again when he figured he was making things worse.
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