Nova Peak What to do with the time

Aro was patient, very patient, and even with the threat of a heavy storm thundering behind him Aro awaited for a warden to atttend him at the borders. He knew it would only be a matter of time until the pack noticed him, so he was free of concerns.

The maester knew that storms carried with them a strong aura which easily altered the mood of even the most clever of wolves, so it wasn't a surprise to find himself confronting a snappy wolf either. She seemed to have a high spot in the hierarchy of the pack for the way she carried herself, so the elder bowed respectfully at her arrival. He studied her with a quick look, just to get the highlights of her. She was a bulky female, dark brown hair sprinkled with silver, and her eyes of orange gold had a peculiar speck of turqoise. He could easily tell that the female was a very physical one, probably a fierce oponent in battles, which gave him the impression that he was about to approach a strong pack.

Aro looked over his shoulder at the grey clouds in the sky, and then again into the warden's eyes as if stating what his problem was. He was a man of few words, but he liked to pick them carefully. "I am afraid that this old body is no longer fit to confront this kind of storms as a lone wolf anymore..." he woofed with his somewhat raspy voice.