Caught in a Storm

Walk | Talk | Think

Soaked to the skin, Ashtoreth continued to navigate through the forest, her steps becoming more cautious and careful as she moved. The incessant rain had nearly wet all of the ground now, even threatened to do away with the dry patches at the bases of the trees, and in places it was becoming muddy enough to be dangerous. Her gold and purple eyes fixed themselves on the ground, watching where she stepped carefully and doing her best to keep a view of the forest open ahead of her. She paused, sniffing at the air, but to no avail. The storm had dampened any scent to be caught here, and if she had had any hopes of following a stale scent to an abandoned den, no matter the size, anywhere in the territory, it was gone now. She sighed with a quick shake of her head, willing herself to just keep moving through the storm in the hope that it might prove fruitful in the end.

But she had hardly taken another step when she heard a voice behind her, somewhat faint but distinct above the rain's drumming din. Stopping, she turned her head swiftly over one shoulder, staring through squinted eyes at the trees as she sought the individual who had called. There was someone else about in this horrible weather? Someone as foolish as me? Or perhaps not, she wondered. Maybe they knew where they were going. Maybe they knew of a place to rest that was dry and warm and safe. A little voice in her warned that she was not in exactly the most friendly of territories; anyone was allowed in the free lands. But feeling optimistic and hopeful, willing to give the individual a chance, she turned on her heel and rushed through the trees after the call.

"Hello?" she called out, hoping to catch the attention of whoever it was that had spoken just a moment ago. A careless step almost sent her sprawling, but she caught herself and continued forward, ears and eyes attentively seeking the form of another wolf. And eventually she found him, a smaller white wolf whose coat clung to his frame as much as hers did, neither of them too flattered by the rain. She smiled as she approached, blinking her gold and purple eyes through the downpour. "Nice weather we're having, isn't it?" she jested over the steady beat of the rain, somewhat glad to not be the only one braving the storm but still wondering if her company was the type she would feel comfortable keeping.