The devastation of the hurricane was less than they'd originally thought. Cooped up in their home on the night that they'd been struck with the worst of the bad weather, they'd imagined all sorts that could have gone wrong. The village hall, recently built, could have toppled over and the weeks of work would have been destroyed. The stables could have collapsed, killing the horses and donkey within. Jordheim could have been completely flood- if the combined swell from the Lake and the Coast had converged into one, Jordheim could well have been submerged. Emerging from that storm a few days later had been like opening his eyes for the first time, again, and Saul had spent the next few days simply taking in what had happened, the damage that had been created and the clean-up that would be required.
One of the more annoying affects came in the obliteration of the earthen pathways within Jordheim and the last day Saul had spent cleaning up another section of the valley. Jiva, Palaydrian and Lena's arrival a few days ago had been interesting, but he'd welcomed the trio along with Leaf the fox kit, into Vinátta and they'd found their homes shortly. He was happy to see that his babies were beginning to get over the sniffles and coughs that had developed not long after the hurricane had hit. He'd been trying his hardest to get Lilin to brace the outside world once more, but it was a slow work in progress. Exiting his house now, the male saw the over-cast October sky, that would probably be a staple as Fall began to sweep over the land. Soon enough, they would be spending their first Winter in Vinátta.
A flash of white caught his eye and Saul moved, instinctively, to catch the far-off moving form of Thorn heading out of Jordheim. With a smile, Saul felt the need to find out how the male was. He was aware of the Russian's age and he had been worried that he hadn't seen the male since the hurricane. He'd only assumed that he'd taken Saul's command to heart and had holed up in his home, which was a good choice. Moving at a fast pace was difficult when some parts of the valley were still boggy and sludgy. Eventually however, the grey male trailed the elder towards the brewery and arrived as the male began to write. Thorn! He called out with a grin, jogging the last steps to come level with the Russo male. Glad to see you're doing well... I'm sorry about the brewery though. He said, looking towards the damage taken. Luckily, it wasn't structural, but the general look of dishevel hung on the building like a cloak.
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