Blackfeather Woods your wallet is on a permanent diet

A rumble crawled through the tree tops, and then there was a deeper tearing sound as the clouds split, or audibly appeared to, and rain began to volley through the trees.

If it was only rain then the wolf would endure it and move on - but some drops were harder, spherical, and when these grains of hail began pebbling the darkness the sound was alien enough to concern Drusk. Some caught him across the crown of the head, others his lower back where there were gaps in the surrounding branches.

The wolf gave a small yelp when a particularly well-aimed piece stabbed at his back, and he scurried with his haunches tucking, seeking the shelter of somewhere dark; but he barely reached a suitable place before seeing a pair of pale blue eyes staring at him.

He began to bristle as a flash illuminated the forest, and the stranger hiding in the dark; for a moment the stranger was a bright gold, and Drusk felt awe for the first time. The thunder came a few seconds later, drawing him back to reality, and he gave a small whine as if to ask - room for more?