Jukka paced.
And paced.
And paced.
The rains had been terrible and the flash floods, well, that was the worst. He'd nearly been swept away on multiple occasions and it was only through a stroke of luck that his claws met bark and he was able to pull himself out of the swifter waters. His duties couldn't simply be abandoned due to unnatural rain, but it was much harder for him to get anything done and to say that he was worried was an understatement.
Members were missing, he knew that much. It struck a chill in his heart. Many of the drums had floated away or had been ruined, but they could eventually be replaced. He'd visited the baboons a couple of times, to find them moderately safe, waiting out the furious rains high in the trees. They had been soaked to the bone, cold, but alive. He'd been told to go away, more or less for his own safety, until the rains passed.
Mud caked his paws and his coat was still slightly damp, but the rains had passed and the waters were receding, much to his pleasure... But others were still missing and the kima'baba was worried.
