Thunder

"oh, hello there" a voice said from the side.

if the pup looked over, he'd see the camo-colored woman standing amongst the garden. she had a whimsical tone, a bit airy, but her eyes were kind as she looked at him. she had seen the bug lay on the boy's nose, and how the boy did not swat it away. how kind of him. most wolves would swat bugs because they felt they were beneath them. it had been said by her parents that if a bug liked you enough, it'd remain on you. as the sky above them called out for release, the rain pattered the ground and her body. "the sky is weeping. you should take cover until the sniffles are done."

she was already soaked but did not complain. around them, the huge boulders of the landscape rose up to offer some solace from the storm. Bee would walk forward, looking around for the child's mother. she did not see them and frowned softly. but just in case the mother was watching, she would stop a respectful distance away from the boy. there was some concern if he was alone but not enough to forcefully take him somewhere. the woman would tilt her head. "unless you like the rain, that is. the grass does. it will smile after the storm."