It had been late and awfully stormy when the three friends sought shelter. The storm had rolled down from the mountain out of nowhere, crashing and sending them scrambling for shelter. Agatha had panicked in the noise and darkness, keeping her snout pressed to Drift's glowing tail for guidance as Abaddon kept a level head and lead them through the dark and thunder to a little rocky outcrop. It was too loud to speak and too dark to see, leaving the little group huddled under the rocks, calmi...
