Caught in a Storm

Walk | Talk | Think

There was something strangely off kilter about the smile the male greeted her with, partly there but not, as if it was unsure what sort of impression it wished to give off. Or perhaps it was a trick of the rain, since it was coming down in such steady sheets that she was sure even her smile was part wince because of it. Ashtoreth studied it as she came to a stop nearby, her ears half rising from their tucked position on her head as the sopping wet white wolf answered her jest in kind, raising his voice above the sounds of the weather with no obvious intent of drawing himself closer so that they would not need to. She would have expected him to, but despite the rain, despite both of them being lost in it together, he seemed in no rush to band together to get out of it. Fair enough, she supposed. Some were just more cautious than others.

Side stepping a little under the minimal protection of the overhead branches a nearby tree offered, the little grey wolf half perked her ears again, not at all surprised by his inquiry. Her initial response as he continued was to smile ruefully, a sheepish, partly embarrassed thing. Yes, she should have been seeking shelter. In fact, she was, but unfamiliar with the territory it was easier said than done. "Getting caught in storms is becoming a habit of mine," she answered in response to his first question, grinning faintly. "I am seeking shelter. Are you familiar with this area?" It was a bold question, even she knew that. It hinted at her unfamiliarity to the terrain and put her at a disadvantage, but she was not going to get anywhere being cautious. Just one question, she thought, one question to see if he might help, and if not then she could be on her way no worse for the wear.