The storm seemed to be worsening outside the caves. Inside, Tyr was starting to relax, muscles knotted by damp and travel beginning to unwind. His twisted, crippled limb still ached, but it was a familiar - albeit harsher - pain. A lesser pain still gnawed at his stomach, but there was nothing he could do about it so Tyr steeled himself to go to sleep until the storm was over.
He was starting to drowse a little despite the fierce winds howling past the cave mouth and echoing through the cave, but whatever peace he was enjoying was interrupted sharply with the unexpected and abrupt arrival of another. A white female, landing in a frightened heap nearly on top of Tyr.
He leaped to his feet and scrambled away, panting fearfully. He stumbled, caught himself painfully on his bad leg. He very nearly darted outside, but the intensity of the storm made him pause and rethink. Instead, nearly cowering, shivering, he turned his wide mismatched eyes on the cave's other occupant, and waited. Waited to see what she would do, what threat she would pose. Waited.
