A small Ember amidst a raging storm

Koray was momentarily distracted from the raging storm when the wolf told him how old she was. He didn't laugh at the thought of someone loosing their memory, that sounded frightening and sad. Instead his mouth opened a little bit in awe of her age. "Five whole years?" he questioned almost rhetorically. "Are you an ancient magic wolf?" he asked having heard of such things in a story or two.

A particularly loud burst of thunder then followed a particularly close burst of lightning and Koray helped, resuming his frightened trembling. He wanted to dart for the nearest thing to safety, which for the moment was rapidly becoming the other wolf; but he was almost to scared to move, so instead he asked with a whimper "Are we going to die?" a pretty big question for such small wolf.

Clearly Koray was a worrier already, and only time would tell if he would ever grow out of it.