Waltz right in

The ripples along the surface of the water grew more violent as time went on. Standing here would lead to doom if they didn't find shelter - fast. Bex knew a storm was approaching. The change in the wind and the air was quite obvious. The dark sky was a dead giveaway. They smelt moisture, the scent of rain... Seeing as they were still new to this land, they would not tempt the fates by sticking out in the open. The Fjord would be pretty in a still wind, but Bex didn't take the time to appreciate it in the current state.

They traveled by the water, attempting to find a cave system. Instead, they found dense foliage deeper, away from the lapping waves. Bex happened to turn their head, spotting a very small wolf. Smaller than even them. But the man's coat was purplish-blue and white, quite striking really. Bex would have enjoyed speaking to him, but alas... Maybe they could manipulate the situation another way. "Hey!" they called out, lifting a paw to wave the man down "there's a bush over here; big enough for two!" Bex stepped to the side to reveal the overgrown foliage.

It would indeed house two wolves. It was big enough to easily slip between the roots if small enough; which they both were. The dense leafy shelter would shield them from the storm - hopefully. Bex saw no other shelter to be had and the storm was approaching too quickly for their liking. It was now or never. Would the stranger risk themselves in the open or next to another stranger? Bex tried to appear non-threatening. Rain slicked their coat to their smaller frame, making them feel insecure and annoyed.

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