Post by Deleted on Jun 21, 2023 18:28:00 GMT
Bloodshot eyes burst open from the heavy patter of rain ringing from the rooftops. The mutt's dark fur stood on end as he tensed for the coming thunder. In his mind, rain meant thunder and the past few weeks had put him on edge constantly. He had been incredibly high strung as he waited to hear the booms and cracks from the sky. Without the safety of his girl and his blankie, he had felt helpless in the past storms. Though, luckily, he had yet to endure the actual auditory assault.
Driven mad by the stress, Thomas had instinctively made his way back into town in search of his home. The last time he had ventured this way he had encountered a fairly hostile dog by the name of Nahara. While the dog Navira had seemed friendly and welcoming all those months ago, Nahara had been stand-offish and aggressive. At least, to a point. She had not outright attacked Thomas, but her immediate hostility had done much to keep him from coming back into this "clan's" territory. What clan was that? He was pretty sure that it was Navira's clan, but he was not wholly positive. After all, he had been led to believe he would join this Navira dog back when he had found the clan canna Rapha'yona and Hassi'onakah, only to be greeted by the massive brute Damien. Not that Damien was any less kind than Navira - Thomas had simply been stricken by surprise.
Having snuggled into the queen sized bed, hiding himself under his soft, blue blankie, he had promptly fallen asleep - comforted by the faint yet familiar scents of the homestead. However, the increased intensity of the rainfall had awoken him from his bliss and brought him back into reality. The smell of moisture lingered in his nose. Curious, he leapt out of the bed and wandered into the entry way. At the familiar, grey mat he felt a dampness in his paws. Pushing his way out the door he noted the excessive amounts of rain and the rising water.
Stepping outside he sent large splashes wherever his paws fell. His heart sank. Everything was far more wet than it needed to be! Spinning in a circle, he glanced at every direction. The scents had washed away. While his internal compass could seemingly easily bring him back to this small home, he could not find his way back towards the river and the greenhouse. A whine escaped his lips and he picked a direction and began barrelling down the drenched streets.