Shaddix may had been a little rough on the youngster, but to run out in the open away from a wickedly fast funnel of wind was plain stupid. Maybe Apollyon didn't know any better, being his first tornado season. He struggled to give the boy any benefit of the doubt though, hard as he might have considered alternatives. The russet and white male ignored the please of not the fur with a snort and quite unceremoniously dropped the lad within the safety of his den.
The brute huffed to himself before he decided to lay down and face the entrance to his little corner of Iromar. They were far enough back to not get any stray debris, but they could still see out just enough. Tree limbs, dirt, rocks, and probably some poor unsuspecting souls that would make a much finer meal than being thrown about a wind tunnel crashed about. The roar of the tornado moved rather quickly, as they tend to do. Shaddix narrowed his emerald eyes slightly before he finally decided to divert some of his attention to his guest.