Storms

Nose twitched, bringing in the crisp smells of autumn on the wind that seemed relentless. It tugged roughly at her brown fur, causing the yearling to curl her lip in annoyance. The wind made the air painful with each gust that shoved into her, as if it were trying to cut through her. A shiver rolled down her spine from the cold, causing her to shake off the tremble. Thunder rumbled overhead, signaling another storm rapidly approaching, green gaze would look up, but it was hard to see the angry sky through the trees. Toad would huddle against a tree, not willing to go any further, she was at the edge of a heavily marked border, one that told her not to trespass…but going back the way she had come didn’t seem like a good idea either.

Tentatively, she would scratch a moment at the soggy ground, frowning. It would take too long to dig, even if it was a small nook to get out of the elements. A low whine escaped the yearling, following by a frustrated growl. She’d made it so far without help, but now? It seemed this strange place and its crazy weather would do her in without help. Toad would shift, pressing her brown form against the tree before she let loose a soft howl, seeking anyone that was near enough to come to her.

Toad was putting a lot of trust into these strange wolves, for all she knew they could attack her…maybe they would think she were weak and just…chase her off. She hoped not…but that was asking a lot of her..to hope.