<b>Flash Flood: CONCLUSION</b> {complete}

The forest stands tall and lush here; ancient trees reach weather-twisted arms to the sky, fighting monster-like storm clouds back with their interlacing fingers. Shadow seems to lurk everywhere you look, but it spills calmly, coolly, inspiring a sense of stealthy calm or protection rather than unease. That is, if you've forgotten what kind of creature might be stalking just out of sight...Abendrot is a land cradled by the dark woods on all sides; in the center, some of the larger trees stay behind to reveal a small plateau - a citadel where this pack can gather and defend itself from invaders. There are, of course, softer sides to the land. Clearings here and there allow the sun to throw down its rays in incongruously resplendent gold showers. Ignore the lingering scents of blood spattered here and there along the borders: those do not concern you. The river on one edge of the territory is playful enough when it hasn't been gorged by violent rain. You can choose to note the ragged claw marks raked down tree trunks and the forest floor as friendly "Home Sweet Home" signs, if you wish.

All who treasure loyalty, order, victory, and the occasional indulgence of raw visceral pleasure are welcome, once they've been approved by the ever-watchful eyes of Abendrot's Alpha. But keep one thing in mind: no matter what your motive, this is not a fool's Paradise. This is the land of soldiers, assassins, and spies. This is ABENDROT.

Make up your mind quickly and prepare to prove your worth. You wouldn't want to add to those blood spatters, would you...?

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Flash Flood: CONCLUSION {complete}
IP: 208.105.96.250
Posted on June 16, 2013 at 01:52:28 PM by PACK SCENARIO

SUMMARY
Winn Dixie gets Dark Sun to safety and returns to dig with a vengeance. When Marx arrives with his own orders, she wastes no time hauling herself to safety.

Marx notices debris building up in the river and forming a natural bridge. He bravely risks his own life to cross the slightly shallower side of the river so that he can start digging a trench in the bank�which begins to erode the soil holding the weak bridge up. Marx quickly returns to his packmates and orders them to higher ground�toward the west.

Ruhani feels a maternal pull and urges her packmates to follow Marx�s orders, ensuring that she is encouraging every wolf present.

Autumn Leaf follows Marx�s order to evacuate, but he can�t help thinking that retreat is not the best option.

Enigma escapes to higher ground with the rest of the pack, just like Aerten. Marx ensures that everyone is together and emphasizes that they all need to stay together and accounted for. Skeletor unleashes a cry for help as an oak tree tumbles from out of nowhere and pins her.

THE SCENARIO SO FAR:
The scenario is complete. � Marx�s plan to reroute the river around that massive clump of debris proved to be successful. With a roar, the engorged water serpent sloshes over the trenches Marx dug into the banks before swallowing the mud-clogged dam whole�sweeping wreckage further downstream and alleviating some of the flooding that threatened to reach higher ground. This minute redirection comes at a price, however; removing the damn all at once has unleashed a powerful wave of water toward the southern border. It wipes out nearly all of the scent indicators and the visual ones as trees are torn ruthlessly from the earth. The river is on its warpath. Thank the gods that this warpath was not able to cut through the middle of Abendrot.

� The eastern border�which the river itself creates�is a dark, flooded mess. Dangerously deep and unpredictable, the river has transformed into a watery grave for many plants and animals. Jagged branches and abrasive stones litter the muddy depths and are impossible to see from the foamy surface of the current. No wolf should stray to near this part of the territory for fear of falling in a deceptive �puddle� or being swept away by a mudslide.

INJURIES
Two out of the seven wolves present experienced injuries: Marx and Skeletor.
Marx risked his very life to redirect the river, which took its toll on the brute's strong body�though his injuries would admittedly be much worse if he were not in his prime. Small lacerations litter his flesh; these will heal quickly as long as he keeps them clean. More serious are the abrasions on the sides of his neck; these were caused by stray branches and twigs sticking up from the dam and have pierced farther than Marx may realize. He must pay special attention to these wounds�or have somebody he trusts watch out for him to ensure these do not get infected.
Skeletor's pitiful cries for help were unfortunately drowned out by the forbidding boom of the tempest. The tree that virtually attacked Skeletor dealt some pretty serious damage, although not enough to kill her or even cripple her. Her blood loss is minor, exacerbated by the rain sloshing against her pelt; once the storm ceases and her fur dries, these cuts will scar over and heal nicely. Of more concern is the injury her head sustained as the tree fell over her; Skeletor�s fall forced her to strike her skull upon a hard surface, hitting her with a small concussion that will cause some dizziness, nausea, and short-term memory troubles for a little while. She will recover fully if she takes it easy.

{{thank you all for being so patient! YOU DID AWESOME THIS WAS OUR FIRST PACK SCENARIO AND SO MANY OF YOU POSTED HOLYCRAPWHAT?!?!!? There will be a pack meeting soon where everyone will be able to recap the wonderful stuff that just happened, and Kershov will shuffle ranks. Once again, THANK YOU VERY MUCH for rocking my socks off. ^__^}}

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