Darling dear

Feral looked to the cr?me colored she-wolf and bowed his head in respect to her as well. "I might have, he did seem like a king to me," he spoke as he talked about the male wolf whom had made him a commoner. He did understand why he was made that way, but he also didn't like having a low rank. A sigh heaved over him, biting down upon the ice cold fish that he had caught and soon finished his fish. He then began to lap up the liquid that was water, and soon stopped to look at Minka.

"Minka, please, drink. Night will soon be upon us, and we will need to find a den for the night. And, judging by those storm clouds, I don't think we have a choice." He spoke and let Minka get a last drink before leading the way to a possible safe haven that was a den.

The sound of thunder roared throughout the land as lightning could also be seen. Feral was used to this type of weather and didn't take much worry into it. He knew he would find a den before the storm came since the water started to rain down, and the real impact of it wouldn't hit until later nightfall. His tail flicked from side-to-side as the smell of a den soon caught his nostrils. It was a tree den, but it would do.