Storms

Winter in Auster brought rain, not that Imogen who was experiencing her very first winter would know just how different each season, let alone between the two continents, could actually be. The growing girl was bouncing through mud puddles outside the hut her and her family shared. Her parents were out somewhere, doing grown up things and though they'd been told to be careful and seek shelter when it started thundering Imogen was nothing if not filled with the courage only a childish assumption of her own immortality could bring. So while the sky was rumbling ominously and threatening to split open Imogen could not be stopped.

Okay that wasn't true, as an unfamiliar call rang across the packlands from the edge of where they were allowed to wander without someone with them, the girl did stop, ears perking and tongue half hanging from her parted jaw. Imogen wasn't the one who could let others into the packlands, she knew this, but no one had said she couldn't go and say Hi! Or or or, maybe it was more bad wolves come to take the plants! In which case she'd make sure to alert the rest of the pack and save the day!

Imogen bounced her way towards the call, spotting the stranger as she huddled against the trees. "Whatcha doin?" She squeaked as she approached, all notions this unknown wolf could be here to steal forgotten the moment Imogen had laid eyes on her. Instead she approached with tail wagging and an innocent smile on her face. Good job, great defender of Norad.