tempest

starting for naturalist!

Anemone looked to the sky.

Her wedge-like snout pointed upward and her nostrils quivered. She could smell the impending inclement weather... the clouds overhead were moving slowly, very slowly, crawling toward the Vale. Anemone rolls her shoulders and rumbles darkly, rising to all fours. There would be a passing snowstorm, but it might very well effect the preys movements. The L'amour decided to investigate, following her typical trail that she tracked large prey on. She had been studying the movements of a particular herd... but she was alarmed to note the significant change in their direction. She was surprised to find that they were moving toward the mountain.

That was good. It could have been just the opposite.

Anemone turns to the sky again, before moving to find wolves to warn them of the storm to come. They could all take shelter within their burrows but in-ground dens might very well be covered to the point of no escape.