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The hurricane was over, much to his relief. The dens had some flooding in them, but they were already drying out, as the ditch had done it's job. All the work that had been done had allowed their home to remain safe, though there were casualties. Prey was scarce as well, since they'd gone into hiding during the storm. There was no limit to dead animals though, and Tharin had no problem eating a dead squirrel that had been struck, or bringing in rabbits that had died for the rest of the pack.
The real worry was that the prey wouldn't come back. He'd seen famine before, and had been forced to leave before the famine stopped. It had brought death, and the thought of such a tragedy striking his new home was terrifying. He didn't know how to stop it, and could only resume his routine of trying to track down the prey and hoping that he could locate something. There was the occasional prey that he came across, but it was taking time for them to come back, and it was setting him on edge.
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