Brace for Bad Luck [Ebony's Storm]

Walk | Talk | Think

The answer she received was nothing less than what she had already expected, but it hardly made it any easier to take. Callisto's frown deepened, her head turning to set her stare toward the part of the skies that she could see with her fur rustling about wildly under the intensity of the winds. This was no good at all. She hardly needed to jump beside Valeriya to know that they were in for some trouble with this one, and she sighed quietly to herself, the noise lost beneath the roll of the wind. The temptation to leave them all here at the peak of the Steppe to seek out the shelter of her own den was strong - her comfort with the lands themselves was still stronger than her loyalty to this new Ebony - but she knew she would need to stay. It would be expected of her.

A new arrival came tumbling - quite literally - into their midst, and though Valeriya seemed quite alright with the new appearance Callisto could not say she felt the same. It just meant another wolf that would need protection, another life to keep a close eye on during this storm, and her patience was already thin as it was. She had made no answer regarding the question of their healer's stores - she mostly kept up her own personal store more than she worked on supplying for the pack as a whole - but a familiar voice at her side caused her head to swing around rather quickly, taking in the sight of Maximous with a mixture of surprise and relief. If Max was here, then she need not worry about anything healer-related. He would take charge.

Feeling more at ease with the dark male there, she relinquished whatever authority she might have had in his absence and fell into her preferred role of listening and observing the goings on around her. Of course, both were difficult by this point. The winds continued to howl about, distorting voices and making conversation difficult, and the rains had finally begun in earnest, not even beginning with a trickle but pouring down almost from the instant they first fell. Callisto blinked her blue eyes into a squint and tucked her ears slightly, protecting herself from the rainfall, but it was still hard to make out what everyone was saying. Rather than listen, she simply reacted, following the young leader of Ebony as she led them toward a more protected section of the Steppe.

It might only have been moments but it felt as if they had wandered through the wind and rain for hours, and by the time Valeriya found them their shelter she felt cold and chilled and soaked all the way through. She had only paused long enough to give herself a quick shake before she stepped through the opening into their shelter but it hardly did enough. Water continued to pool and drip off of her fur, and to make room for the rest the black and grey youth moved aside before beginning to groom herself, hoping to rid her pelt of as much water as she could. Valeriya's hopeful tone requesting others to go off in search of those absent was ignored as Callisto continued to clean her fur, letting her other, more honorable pack mates offer themselves up instead. Heading back outside in that weather was the last thing she wanted to do.