Sylvia snuggled close to the puppies. She needed to call Ryder for help with her father, but she couldn't leave the basement. The wind and rain roared outside, and she shivered. She decided to have a look around the basement, and got the puppies' scruffs in her jaws. She carefully carried them around, in search of a blanket, or something to keep them warm. She found a box and carefully set the puppies down in front of her. She looked in the box and found some flashlights. "This would work if the power went out, little ones." She looked around and found an old pup pack. She grabbed it and tightened it around her body. She attached two flashlights to the pup pack, and carefully lifted the puppies back up. Soon, she found some towel. "This would work for blankets." She placed a couple unfolded towels on her back and went back to the corner. "Okay puppies, I'm going to search for your father..." she placed a towel down, and put the puppies on it. She then folded the blanket to keep the puppies warm. Their little heads popped out from the white towel. She looked around for something to keep the puppies in one area. She noticed there was some duck tape and a few baskets. She aligned the baskets in a little bowl shape to keep the puppies from escaping, and taped the two flashlights to the wall for the puppies to have light in case the power went out. She nodded, pretty proud of her building skills, and looked around the basement some more. She grabbed a new flashlight, which she put in the pup pack, and looked around some more. She found an old rope, probably from one of those pup toys or a tire swing. She grabbed into and hung it to the pup pack. She grabbed some more towels and left the basement. She turned on the flashlight as soon as she made it outside. The wind blew in her face, but she continued to search around town. Suddenly, the light went out of all the shops and homes, and the sirens blasted in the background. She heard the wind roar, and suddenly made her way to the beach. She looked around, only finding flying sand. She hid behind an umbrella only to find another dog hiding there. "Sprit!" She barked, the wind blasting the umbrella. She couldn't belive her father came to the beach, just to get trapped in this mess. He only howled back in grief. As the wind slowed down for a second, she grabbed him by the scruff and ran to the lookout. Once they made it inside, they found their way to the basement, and went back to the puppies.
"I-I wanted to bury her in the place we met... and I did..." Spirt had a slight smile on his face. Sylvia didn't say a word, only tossed her father two towels and curled up with the puppies. She soon felt her eyes fall, and she fell asleep.
Sorry about this chapter not having much emotion, but I tried to make it interesting.