Ouroboros Spine Are there bandits at grandma's house?

Giving him a look, Kroc shook her head. "I've seen them, dumb ass. I'm not just spouting shit out of my asshole." Planets. Stars. They were relatively the same thing, still far, far away where no wolf could touch. His little chant only brought the twitch of an ear as they looked above them. "Exactly. It's just weather." And that was her true belief; rain, hail, snow, tornado, whatever it was, she was still the same wolf, with the same responsibilities.

His question gave her pause, looking at him with a curious expression. "No. No matter what it's like, I do my job." There was no form of weather she was afraid of, or so she thought, and so there was no form of weather that held her back. "Why should it stop me from doing my patrol?" Understanding that it affected mood, she skipped over that particular piece. Rain could make a wolf grumpy, and she'd even seen some become more playful in the snow.