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dated: January 7th; this is the FIRST thread! wc: 343
It had been two very long days, but the storm seemed to be dying down today. Although the winds were still harsh and the snow was still blowing, it wasn't as harsh as before, when it seemed like a hurricane had been blowing through Souls and destroying all in its path. Skye had been one of the first to get out of Sky's house - she was grateful to the girl for sheltering most of the pack, and would have to mention it to her later, but right now, she was worried about the animals in the stables.
Little did she know how much damage had been done there.
As she neared the stable, her paws marking prints in the snow only for them to be blown away by the harsh winds one second later, she noticed something was off; the stable inside was still and dark, and there was no scent of animals in there. She took a deep breath; the winds stung her nose, but she would have been able to scent if there had been horses and other livestock in the stables - the scents now were stale, like the animals had been missing for several hours.
In a panic, Skye rushed over to the large structure that Orin and Sky and Shaw had worked so hard in building; several of the boards to the entrance were missing, leaving a horse-sized hole in the stable wall. She peered inside it; the livestock was gone.
Skye let out a cry of distress; although the storm was lightening by each passing minute (finally), she was still worried for their livestock. What if they had, in their panic, run off a cliff into the ocean that bordered the Cercatori d'Arte territory? What if they ran into hostile pack territory and been killed? What if they had run away so far that they could never be found again? Skye forced herself to stop these thoughts and breathed deep again; the scents were only hours old. There would be time to find them.
