Thunder

"you could catch a cold" the woman added to the boy's words but little else was spoken more. there was little cover in this 'garden' of sorts. the tall, towering boulders and the tiny little ones... so much variety but so few places to actually have shelter from the weather. when a flash of thunder lit the air before them, Bee would twist her head to look up at the sky unblinkingly. and when the ground beneath her started to grumble, as if waking from a long slumber and stretching... well, she was slow to react. the boy wasn't.

he was quick to react, rushing away. Willoughby felt it was a bit silly to run during an earthquake. there was not much cover like stated, and the ground would be extra shaky. he could trip and fall over the many, many rocks littering the ground. she rose and went after him, though she was taking her time getting there. she was in a constant state of lackadaisical care and didn't seem to have much self-awareness. her legs tumbled and twisted over the ground, but she managed to keep up with the boy's effort in running away.

as she more or less walked after him, she noted he called for another wolf. by then, the quakes had ceased and she stood upon solid ground once more. she was still not sure why the boy felt the need to run across a quivering piece of land, but it would be exciting to hear it from him.