Shaddix could have easily fixated on the weather outside, but he much preferred the conversation with Apollyon. However, it was difficult to ignore the wind as it grew louder and louder outside. It was just about on top of them from what he could tell at this rate. He could hear the snap of trees, whether it be their branches or their trunks , outside. He couldn't tell what exactly was blocking the entry way from this far back, but it was definitely nearly fully blocked off at this point. A soft hmm escaped him as he noted the change. It would be over in a matter of moments anyway. Yes, he gave a small incline of his head, though not a verbal response, he had no doubt the wolves of Iromar had survived worse things in their lives. It was a hazard of the land they lived in.

"Some say its an acquired taste, others say it is something wrong with their brains. Others," he said as he indicated himself, "It is the thrill of the hunt, and not wanting that hunt to go to waste." Shaddix was not a cold-blooded murderer. There were still lines to not cross, like hunting the young. No, fit wolves were the most fun, or at least healthy enough to run or fight back.

Still, he gave a small shrug and sat up. The wind had started to die down, but not quite enough for him to try and force his way out of their hiding place. "A challenge indeed," he said with a chuckle, "I think your next challenge is going to be hoping we aren't trapped in here." Not a likely thing, but Shaddix was going to give it a couple more minutes before trying see how trapped they were. Last thing they needed was to try and get out and have a second tornado come through right behind this one.