Weather brings us together

The knolls were wide, but with each step he took Specter came closer to the mountainside. His pale silver gaze was scanning the rocks as he came, searching for a spot where the rocks looked different and, hopefully, indicated that there was a cave nearby. He furrowed his brow, the cold droplets of water distracting, though he was doing his best to push on and ignore them. He could feel the cold wind blowing across his coat though, and with the knowledge that he could get sick from the rain if he didn’t find shelter soon, he picked up the pace.

Spec was moving alongside the stone, minding his step, when the voice of another wolf caught his attention. Ghostly gaze flicked to the other male, one a bit younger than himself with a coat of calico-esc coloration. He greeted him, asking if he was seeking shelter, and offering his aid in finding it. Specter tipped his muzzle to the stranger, taking note that, like himself, this male did not hold a pack scent.

“Hello there,” Specter told him. “I haven’t found anything suitable yet, though given the size of this mountain I’m sure there is a cave or alcove somewhere nearby.” A cave would be far more ideal, given there were two of them now. An alcove would only protect them from the rain, not the cold. “Feel free to join me. I have a gut feeling if we go a bit further, we’ll find something.” Specter padded onward, leaving it to the other wolf if he would follow him or not.

“The name’s Specter, by the way. Specter Hollow. What should I call you?”