Disasters [Tristan||Samara]
@ofnecromantia
After the unnatural blizard was done, tragedy had descended upon the small town. The townies, however, made the best of the situation as they could---search parties, reconstruction, etc had begun as soon as the weather had allowed. Tristan had been part of the emergency response when the storm first hit, so he had won a day off before having to go back into the chaos that his work currently was stuck in.
Returning to the home he shared with his daughter, the werewolf walked in with an old ship wheel. “So.... she was brutalized,” he stated, dropping the helm on the couch with a sad expression on his features. “That’s all I could find of her.” Perhaps because he missed the Golden Age of pirates, but he’d bought a sail boat a decade prior that had become his most prize possession: the Wolfden... Or it used to be until it sank during the demonic storm.