Caught in a Storm

Walk | Talk | Think

Her ears perked. He was familiar with this place. That was good news, really good news, if there was a way for her to convince him to help her out. As much as she would have rather wandered on her own until she found a shelter she deemed suitable, the weather was simply making that less and less likely. There was a better chance of her walking right past a burrow or abandoned den before she noticed it, let alone stumbled upon one that would meet her requirements. And as she blinked through the rain, squinting her eyes and wishing she had a clearer view of the white wolf who named himself the only expert in the vicinity of the lay of this land, any sort of help that she could get would have been a godsend.

And then he spoke the words she had been hoping for but had been too reluctant to expect. "Really?" she answered in disbelief, her lips drawing upward at their edges as a smile began to spread across her face. This was certainly a turn of luck! "Well...thank you," she added with a few quick wags of her tail to show her gratitude. He set off slowly, she supposed as a means to allow her to keep up if she chose to do so, and she did. With a useless shake, Ashtoreth set off after the male with quick, light steps, cautiously watching the placement of her paws now that the rain had been falling long enough to make walking a predicament for inattentive travelers. Her squinted gold and purple eyes watched the leading figure of the white male and occasionally glanced downward, keeping up easily and hoping that whatever destination he had in mind would not be so very far away.