Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-27350140-20151115151516/@comment-27336267-20160120050104

(I like the idea of a storm. Maybe the camp could flood a little but not enough to make them leave.)

Vine padded to Hazel's new den and set down the fresh flowers. The wind picked up and ruffled his fur. He shivered. A few dark clouds scattered the blue sky, but nothing severe.

(And then gale force winds ripped through the clearing and wind poured down ripping trees out of their roots :D)