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The weather had been downright awful lately. Trent sat in his room with folded ears, frightened and unhappy -- moreso than normally -- but wasn't so sure what he could do about any of this. Nothing, he supposed, and so he just waited, sitting around and tossing and turning while he looked for ways to pass time in his optime form (for he never enjoyed being in lupus form inside his room, in case he'd ever need to get up and flee suddenly; he preferred to be in the form that could open doors if ever he needed to, if not only for the sake of his own false feeling of security).
With a jolt he jumped up as he heard someone call for help, panicked -- or was it just the wind? Trent hesitantly got up from his matress-den and walked to the door, opening it and going out, downstairs, out of the hotel. He piqued his ears, listening, waiting... Nothing. Wind, wind, more wind. Trent wandered into the courtyard, walking a bit further, when he heard something that definitely was a call, regardless of whether the previous sounds were calls or just howls of the wind.
The coywolf hesitated what form to pick, and clumsily dashed through the territory towards the stables in his optime form, trying to take far too large strides at a time. He wasn't even sure why he was rushing. He did know who had summoned him -- or rather, anyone, not him specifically -- though, recognising Alder's voice and also recognising that there was a note of panic there. Trent instantly, selfishly, wondered if Pony was okay, even though he had only seen the pony a couple of times since the two had first, well, met, and since he'd more or less given her to Alder to care for. She was still his, so he still wanted to make sure she was okay.
Once he reached the stables, it didn't take Trent long to find Alder. "Hey," he said hastily, in lack of anything better to say, sounding as utterly awkward as he felt. Even though he didn't literally ask, Trent was dying to know whether Pony was okay, if anything had happened to her, and hoped Alder'd let him know quick. He looked at the heaving stables and broken pieces...