Make It Rain [Siobhan]

Brynhildr, his white raven, took to the sky and glided down the river to scout ahead. Álarr continued plodding along, keeping his same pace and direction so that it'd be easy for Bryn to find him on her way back. His ears flicked back as he heard a whine. Álarr stopped and turned to see a small gray woman headed toward him. She looked up and yelped. He flinched, thinking it was his mutation that had drawn the reaction. He'd nearly forgotten how strange he might look to the average wolf. There were so many more outlandish and colorful canines in Boreas he didn't think of himself as standing out. The woman fell. "Hey, are you ok?" He bounded over to where she had crumpled on the ground. At first he thought she'd fainted but as he checked her vitals it didn't quite fit. "M'am?"