Moonspear onwards to the edge

He was awake. It was nighttime, but he was awake. It didn't help that a smattering of rain was causing the wind to whip through his little makeshift burrow. He shivered from where he lay curled, up into a ball. And then the rain happened. More of it. Wherever he was, the sky decided to unfurl. Sleep was so not coming to him if he stayed here all exposed like this. 

Kerosene toughed it out for a while before his resolve broke. He lifted to his feet and trod out of his muddied hole towards a direction where he thought the clouds above were thinning. Patches of starlight were visible in the distance. If he could make it there, he'd be free of the rain. If he was free of the rain, maybe he could find a dry spot to rest his head for the evening. Something. This lone wolf thing with no place to settle down for the night was definitely one of the downfalls to this rogue status. Then again... he could do what he wanted when he wanted. That was almost worth the fight for survival. 

He picked up the pace a bit as he chased after the holes in the sky. The rain was thinning, its droplets further apart and significantly less dense than the storm he'd been caught in. Kero shook out his pelt, freeing himself from the extra weight and making himself significantly more comfortable. He could mostly ignore the dampness in his pelt now, but cleaning up his mud covered paws would have to wait until another time. He'd survive a little bit of grunge.

His journey led him higher. Farther. It was a distance greater than he anticipated, but the rain was slowly dwindling to a stop. It the winds didn't shift, he might be in the clear for the rest of the night, but he wasn't going to risk it. He didn't know the weather well enough to guess what would happen. It would decide on its own. All he could do was make sure he was prepared for it. Shelter. He'd need to find something if he was going to sleep this evening. 

The red wolf slipped along the side of the rock wall, looking for any sort of overhang or cavern entrance that might work well enough for a temporary home. What he found instead was another wolf. Stargazing, perhaps. Perhaps not. He didn't know and he couldn't guess. What he could do, was pick her brain and see if she knew anything about this place that he didn't. "You find a place to escape the rain yet?" he asked, breaking the ice and cutting to the chase. "Storm's a bit unpredictable tonight."