Dragoncrest Cliffs songs about rain

It surprises her that Wildfire moves toward the back where it escapes out to the beach. The tide is rocky and angry and she’s at least thankful that there are wolves that know where they are going. When they break from the cover, out into the open, she’s soaked within a matter of seconds. Thuringwethil takes a deep breath and cradles her nose downward, turning then to see where her mate stands.

She doesn’t have to prompt the woman for information as she begins, then she doesn’t catch when a gust of wind shoots rain in their way. Thuringwethil turns her head in response to combat the storm and refocuses when it has lessened and Wildfire speaks again. It is not exactly what she’d been expecting but, to be fair, she doesn’t know what she had been expecting. Her steps to not falter but she does focus on where she’s walking to bide her some time.

“Okay,” she says without letting too much time pass. The change in their family has altered their lifestyle, though not necessarily for the worse, and it has been some time since any of them could properly focus. “If that is what you want to do, I support you.” Thuringwethil then slows to a stop, feeling her weight sink her paws into the sand a little, giving Wildfire a moment should she need it to confirm her decision.