i've got no place to run

It was alarming how quickly the weather shifted; the winds were still intensifying, now whipping around them mercilessly. Kiela knew that she'd found somewhere to avoid the worst of the winds just in time. She watched as a patch of nearby vegetation was uprooted entirely, tumbling across the basin. The dire-sized wolf fought a shiver that threatened to wrack her body as Lucette began to speak, giving a slow nod of acknowledgment. Personally, she wasn't used to storms of this variety though she was no stranger to extreme weather in general. Carefully she navigated toward the inside of the alcove, still giving Lucette enough space so that she wouldn't feel threatened by her presence.

"I don't imagine us finding a cave in these parts," she admitted after a moment of thought. "Though I'm not familiar with these lands. Usually, I stay far north." Conversation never came easily to her but she'd learned that most wolves at least appreciated small-talk and she'd learned to play along. Things were always easier when she did.

The whistling of the wind grew even louder - and as they spoke she finally heard the rains begin, a gentle pattering on the grasses outside the alcove quickly began to pick up steadily. It was hard to say if their little makeshift shelter was enough for them to safely ride out the storm but it wasn't as though they had any other choice. This would have to do. Another gust of wind seemed to sneak around their little alcove and she braced herself against it, swaying on her paws as she leaned hard against the ledge she'd wedged herself against. "My name's Kiela," she said, raising her voice against the patter of rainfall just beyond their heads.