Storming in Paradise

Esperanza nodded and looked at the male wolf before her. The look of his fur in the dark resembled fire. Her form stretched as she stood up and looked at the storm. A large pain on her back hit her as she felt like she had hurt it from the hailstones that were beginning to penetrate the swamp grounds. The emerald orbs shimmered slightly from the lightning that flashed in the heavens.

"I can sense you are a rogue," She stated as she lied down beside him, not knowing if he would do anything and placed her cranium on her forepaws, sighing from seeing the damage the storm had already done to the land, but it wasn't over yet.

The cold began to shift into the den and caused her pelt to get wet, making the femme shiver from the intense, frigid ice that penetrated her form and all around she felt like she would be an icicle if this keeps up.