The wind was horrible.Brutal, but it got his adrenaline going.What better a day than to try and surf the waves? the Cali boy spoke to himself. The best thing about Mars' stupid pack was that it was on a beach, and after awhile, Bartholomew, as the born and raised Cali-guy himself was, knew his way to the water. He fished a few times, but never in the storms, nah. This was different though, and he felt like he was supposed to do this. Go out and halala his way through the storm. Bert felt the need to be random, and possibly destructive. Okay, with the way things were looking outside right now, it didn't look like that he would be the one doing the destruction. It was strange that his family had not kept an eye on him. Perhaps they still thought that he was Mars, who would be quivering in a corner because of all of the wind and rain. Bart put on his white jacket, otter skirt, and he walked silently from the door of Mars' home in Lunenburg.
He had to dodge a few trees here and there on the way though. One would ask, what madman would come out in such a storm? Bartholomew Cubbins would, dear sir. He grabbed himself a walking stick early on and it was easy to find one, since the wind had carried many branches to the ground by now. It was larger than he was when he picked it up, but he snapped the smaller parts of the branch until it was a good walking height for him. It helped him move on the softening Earth as he seemed to be getting closer to a body of water. His stick started to sink into the Earth more when as he got closer and closer.
He then heard a distressed cry, a sharp howl that made his ears shoot up and his icy blue eyes look around panicked. The fuck?! exclaimed the male before he heard splashing, and someone screaming someone else's name. Over the running river and the howling wind he had to make sure he wasn't hearing things, so he ran towards the river and just north of him, in the water there were two wolves. Bart had dinner-plate eyes before he realized that there was no one else to really save the two. One was in their secui, the other in their Optime. Bart scanned the bank for anything he could get on without falling in himself.
Just down the river a bit there were trees that were already knocked over, and they draped over the river, just far enough down for their path to where if he could knock it down further, they'd have something to grab onto. Bart took off towards the tree and he beat them to it, but not by much. He hurried onto the limb. HEY! GRAB ONTO THIS! he spoke as he broke the rest of the tree by jumping on it a bit, but making sure he would not fall into the water himself. He then offered out his hand to try and grab onto either one of them to help them onto the branch so they could climb to safety.
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