I've learned to slam on the break before I even turn the key,
before I make the mistake,
before I lead with the worst of me.
A soft bark told him of the approaching stranger, Torin surpressed a sigh. It seemed time alone would continue to evade him. Still he glanced back over his shoulder at the approaching woman.
She was pretty enough, blue eyes standing out against her darker pelt. He did not wag his tail in return, nor did a smile grace his features, though he wasn't outwardly hostile. She approached, speaking.
Torin turned his attention skywards again, watching the dark roiling clouds. He hadn't ever thought of them as anything but matter of fact if he was being honest. They were clouds and the darkness and heaviness of them meant they were likely to dump water over some part of the earth... Still he often found himself enjoying the sound of thunder, the feeling of being nice and dry and cozy in his den while it rained, the scent of petrichor gently tickling his senses.
"I suppose they are... In a way." He rumbled, deep voice soft as he kept his multicolored gaze on the clouds.
