A Siren Song

The walk to the rockier terrain was longer than he would have liked, and about as miserable as he expected. He'd be happy to find some place to dry off. It would suck to find himself getting sick from the chilling rain, but it wouldn't surprise him if he did. When they finally arrived, he scouted out the area carefully, finding a break in the dunes where outcroppings of sandstone rose up to provide some much needed variety to the landscape. A smattering of boulders that stood beside the mouth of a shallow cave cut into the wall of stone seemed to beckon to the soaking wet wolves and he wasn't one to avoid heeding such a welcoming call.

When he made it to the mouth of the cave which was only just large enough to house three or four wolves comfortably he paused to shake out his pelt as best he could. Teach him to stay in one area too long. Honestly it was a miserable place. Turning to see the woman again, he glanced her over once more now that it wasn't so difficult to see. He supposed she'd be lovely if she didn't look half drowned. Well, she looked alright even then if he was being honest.