Silvertip Mountain peaceable

Her frame wiggled slightly with the mention of of wild storms. Light but droning rain that turned into blowing snow throughout the year was something Ivev was used to, with the rumbling and dark flashes of lightning echoing through an eternally gray sky. But she had heard the details of true thunderstorms that grew on especially hot days, thunderheads fueled by humidity and clear skies. The strongest storm she had witnessed in Teekon would be the one she had watched off the coast several months ago with Echelon. There had been rain, but this summer would be the point in which she could observe and experience true weather in the Wilds.

The stars help identify the time of year, yes, Ivev nodded in agreement. Different patterns for different seasons. The male had some markers in nature that helped him, but Ivev wondered why he had such a brusque way of looking at things. Still, he was neutral and talkative.

I should be going, the wolf spoke after a moment. There was something nice about having another soul who understood and spoke a similar language inside their common one.