SIX FEET UNDER

you're never safe till you see the dawn,

Irin relaxed only slightly at the kindness in the other's tone. It was hard for her to relax when the rolling thunder made her jolt every few seconds, cringing a little bit further into herself. "Well... I-I mean I can find another den. I'm sure there's another one in the area!" She spoke hastily, hoping that the other wouldn't be angry. She looked familiar, though Irin was a little distracted at the moment, and couldn't put a paw on it.

Instead, she was busy trying not to panic. The thunder kept making her jolt violently, and the female pinned her ears against her skull for a long moment before the other wolfess introduced herself. Argent. The female that Isardis put so much trust in. "I'm Irin. Just a member of the Brood." No one important, not by a long shot. She was happy here, but Irin didn't delude herself. Isardis might have missed her if she left, but that was only because he didn't let anyone leave. Which didn't make much sense, but it made sense to Irin, at least. "It's nice to meet you Argent," Irin forced herself to speak, jumping only a little at the rumbled of thunder that echoed above them.

Oh, why was thunder so scary? It didn't even have anything to do with her overactive imagination, which was a first. Thunder just terrified her. It wasn't even the lightening that she feared, which would have at least made some sense. No, instead it was the thunder that caused no harm that Irin feared.