brace for impact

Were Levi the paranoid type he might think Torben was following him, trailing after his smaller paw prints as he moved from the south to the north. It was likely just a coincidence but Levi couldn't help but frown all the same, his ears pinned against his skull to drown out the sound of the wind. It was hard to catch the wisps of the white wolf's words, but from the shape of his lips Levi was able to work out his intention clear enough. After all what sort of mad man would want to remain out in this? Stepping forward it felt as though the wind was trying to rip out his spines, rattling them against one another as he pushed forward, head down as they moved inland. Each step felt as though it took far more effort than the last as they strained against the weather, getting closer to supposed shelter with each movement. One paw after the other, drown it all out and focus on what needed to be done.

Turning back a moment he eyed the churning waters off the shore, how the waves tossed and turned, a mix of black and white as foam gathered on the surface. He was a strong enough swimmer, came naturally to him but even he knew he would likely drown in such conditions. Anything but a true aquatic animal had no cause to be out in such conditions and he imagined they were all deeper down, further out, where the current was calmer and more manageable.

Pushing on, he soon reached the mouth of the cave and eyed up the shelter it offered. It wasn't much, to be honest, more of a dip in the mountain than a true cave that dug in deeper but neither of them had much of a choice. It was either this or heading back out, taking a risk when there was no reason to. Huffing, Levi tossed a look over his shoulder to the Valhalla wolf.

"I can manage. Can you?"