lost in the grey

He opened his mouth to answer but before he could the sky illuminated with a brilliant bolt of lightning and was chased with a mighty roar of thunder. He looked from the sky, back to the male and huffed.
“let’s git ye outa th’ rain furst, aye?” He said, and looked the valley over. There was a small, most likely long abandoned den possibly from that one pack that had been in these lands before. What was it? Bah, it didn’t matter, the den would do just fine. “C’mon.” He grumbled, and slunk toward the den without bothering to check if the boy was following him or not. The den had clearly only been meant for one wolf before but had been dug out enough for Ruthgar to shake himself dry. He plopped down with a yawn waiting for his newly found companion to join him. He had mentioned trying to find a packmate but if that was the case he would have no luck trying to find them in a storm. He felt more comfortable around men than women and unlike his encounter with Valdez- or whatever her name was- he could already think of several topics the two could discuss while they waited out the rain

This is him talking