aproching storm

for the group

(Rp)

Rory was getting restless, a storm was approaching. He was worried about the two groups that had been sent out too hunt the bears. He hoped they would be safe in the storm. Rory approached the edge of the cliff at the edge on the camp. He watched the clouds come in and felt the wind pick up. He thought too him self 'I hope they stay safe'. He continued too stand there for a few minutes. when a larger gust of wind knocked him too his senses. He trotted back too the den and settled in for the night.

Rory: Belongs too ME