Lusaas

The cold was hard pressed against her lips, the familiar icy sting running up her spine. Her breaths sharp as her lungs felt heavy, lips parted slightly, those who stood before her, all too bloody familiar... "Becky, why...?"

    Waves crashed against the ocean cliff side sending salty droplets and mists everywhere as the storm raged on. Kukuris frantically darted about for shelter as the rain pelted at everything in sight left unsheltered from the storm. A prairie kukuri darted past, feathers and fur soaked in rain making him appear nearly black due to the already dark ebon color of his pelt.    Heading towards the entrance of a cave the large male quite literally dived into the safety of the cave, darkness consuming his vision for moments as his eyes adapted to the lack of light. Suddenly before he could catch himself he slammed directly into another kukuri, h