Storming in Paradise

Wide golden eyes evaluated the scenery in front of him searching for something that might serve as a good shelter from the storm. He already felt battered and exhausted from the pelting hailstorm that plagued the swamp lands. his mind was in a panic as his muscles frantically fought the onslaught. The voices were confused and didn't know what to think of the situation, and he felt himself developing a migraine from the madness.

After what seemed like hours in the driving rain Fugue came across a makeshift den leading into a hole in the side of a hill. WIthout a second thought he decided that this would be his shelter during this hurricane. He pushed himself inside and shook his wet pelt driving icicles all over the cave floor. JUst in the moment that he felt ready to settle in he sensed another presence in the den. Muscles tensing he allowed his eyes to adjust to the dim lighting and noticed a dark wolf with emerald eyes staring at him.

He took in a deep draw of air and settled in on the floor of the cave. Fugue turned his amber cranium toward the woman and sighed, a smile playing at his lips.

"Lovely weather, isn't it?" He stated with a grin. It was going to be a long storm.