Get In Loser, We're Going Hunting

As the rain poured down around them, Reila seemed to notice that he was getting rather drenched. She asked him to come in further and gave him the fur that she'd had wrapped around herself. Thunder crashed loudly and the world turned black around them. Rain began coming down in sheets. Had they not been on a bit of a rise in the land, the pair might very well have been washed away. It was as though nature had flipped a switch. One moment the world was peaceful and they were enjoying a nice meal, the next, the world was being blown to pieces by rain, thunder, wind and lightning.

The area was illuminated by a strike of lightning and, even through the haze of rain, Chimera could see the sparks of a smoldering tree. The man grimaced and, ducking, squeezed under the cart. There was no choice now. They would have to be squished together under there. The giant man wrapped a foreleg around the small fae, only then realizing just how much she was shivering. Chimera draped them both in the oiled fur as best as he could, trying to keep most of the rain away from them. The cart provided some decent shelter, but the skin that he'd hung up above was being whipped back and forth by the wind. Reaching up, Chimera jerked it down off of the tree branch. The skin hooked over the edge of the cart and the man tucked it around the wheels. The wind held it tightly against the cart and the wolves were mostly trapped in darkness.

"It will be alright," he assured the quaking woman, holding her against him protectively. Storm or no storm, she was under his protection and he wouldn't let anything happen to her.

"Chimera Klein"