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Storm thread. 
the general idea; Alder finds a wall thats fallen dowwwn... and calls for help!! They need to find the horses. I would say... 4 or 5 are missing. 2 or 3 could be found together and such
Alder woke from an odd and heated dream. A fury of emotion and other odd feelings caused the male to wake with a jolt. Part of his was grateful that he could wake from the confusing images but another wondered what would have played out between he and the other wolf. The howl of the wind woke his fully, and he sat at the edge of his bed. A dark hand scratched his head, the other rubbing an eye. The weather had not calmed, and Alder was beginning to worry. But, wait… The dream. Alder could no longer remember the details, and after a few moments of trying simply put it away as an uninterrupted dream.
The wolf moved hurriedly through the small cabin, and was out the door in only a few minutes. He stopped in his tracks, the rain hitting him in the face with a shock. But it had been raining for days now and that was no surprise. It was Hawthorn’s black and white blazed face standing before him that caused the Marshal to almost jump out of his skin.
What was he doing here? The horse was distressed, wet and cold from the weather and standing out in front of his house. Something was wrong, terribly wrong. Alder always left ‘Thorn in the stables with the other horses, rarely if ever keeping him outside the cabin at night. He never would in weather as harsh as this. And yet here he was.
He sat on the horses back, and after a quick ride he saw what had brought the Shire back to his friends home. The doors stood wide open, one ripped from it’s hardware completely and laying on the ground so that it blocked the doorway. The whole structure seemed to sway in the wind, and Alder hoped from the horse to move the door away. After a few powerful pushed he was able to lead Hawthorn back into his stall. The door was broken, perhaps from the agitated beast kicking it. The thought caused the wolf to grow agitated himself. How had he been able to get out with the large barn door forcibly closed?
Alder ran through the stables, looking from one stall to the other and find that more then a few were empty. His stomach twisted, and he felt a large hard sense of anxiety. All storms were unpredictable, and he had never foreseen such damage. He stood in the hollow doorway, but it was bigger then a doorway. He looked at the material on the ground, blue eyes tracing over the pieces that had once been a wall. A horse had once been behind the wall, and he knew not if she had escaped unharmed or battered by debris. This was how they had all gotten out...
Walking over the damaged remains of the wall Alder reached the rain and lifted his head up to the sky. He gave a call, his normally deep tone sparking a musical and yet mournful note. He needed help.
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