left behind

The boy's words did little to soothe her. It was only when she darted from hiding and bundled next to him did she really start to listen. Her ears pinned against her skull even more - if possible! - as she looked up at him. "Who makes storms?" she asked, half curious and half not wishing to know. Mother said when a god was angry, they made the mortals suffer. She never believed in gods and deities. It seemed quite rude to make someone else suffer because you were mad, but that was just her. She chalked it up to another strange thing - like nature.

He also seemed unnerved by the storm too. Words meant to comfort her were made for him too. He settled to make himself physically comfortable, and she tried to mimic his action. Maren didn't seem perturbed by brushing against him. If Medusa could trust these wolves... She could at least try. Her short fur seemed very thin compared to the boy's pelt. Self-conscious, she turned to look at the fox and stuck her tongue out at it. "Is the boat gonna shelter us?" she asked the boy, turning her attention back to him. The fox could... go to heck! "it's big, but it keeps shaking!"

She didn't trust something so big, so massive... It seemed like it'd crack at any moment. Their shelter would be gone and them in the wind. At the mercy of nature. She shuddered against the pale fur of the boy, placing her muzzle on her paws.

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