gale force

this was something.

Bylgja had certainly not expected this to be on the table; she'd just wanted to take her boy down to Auster, because Bylgja was curious, and the weather was right, and she had not thought about the change in climate, nor the difference in weather. She'd certainly not thought about this: the wind that battered their faces and whipped around plants.

Of course, Bylgja was never one to let such things stop her. The wolf shook out her coat and grinned toothily at her boy. "Well, this is new, yes?" Her voice carried, even now in the storm. "This place is messy! Is loud!" But -- well, Bylgja didn't seem to mind it much. "Heh! Small wolf just get carried off, I bet!" She could see it now. With a snicker, she led Strai along the little land bridge, watching the sky churn above them.