Flak's eyes shot around the cavern, partly double checking for the pup, but mostly searching for something to say. "Marie it's too dangerous to go out there." He barked, stepping towards her. "Besides, with the weather the way it is, we haven't got the faintest hope of finding him." He added with a growl. "The most we can do is wait for at least the eye of the storm to be above us. That'll be the safest time to go out, but we'll only have a few minutes before the wind and rain starts again." He said with a sigh, sitting back on his haunches. "Until then, no one leaves this cave. Once we have our clearing from the eye of the storm, we'll send a search party to find him...If he even lasts that long out there." Flak murmured, glancing down with his large ears laid back. He raised his head at Risto's words. "Gavroche. Who else would it be." He muttered with a growl of both concern and anger.
The mix breed pup jumped and stammered backwards as a palm tree toppled over right in front of him from the wind. With a growl, Gavroche leaped over it and continued running into the forest. The hard blowing wind whipped the thin canopy overhead, shooting down occasional wooden debris. Gavroche let out a yipe as a shard of wood ripped from a tree trunk flew by and skinned his flank. SHaking his head, he continued on, sqquinting to see through the sheets of rain, that is until a smaller shank of wood was flung at him again, this time the large splinter impaling his front leg just below the shoulder. The pup yelped in pain and tumbled to the ground, blood already pouring from the large wound on his shoulder, the wood still jutting out of it. With a whining growl, he grabbed the shank of wood with his teeth and ripped it out, forcing more blood to stream from the large wound. Rising back to his shaking legs, Gavroche whimpered, but shook it off with a growl, shooting back into the dense brush to find shelter. He didn't dare to put weight on his wounded leg, forcing his once swift gait to slow to a quick limp.
