Ouroboros Spine Are there bandits at grandma's house?

There it was. She was starting to understand why paying attention to the weather might be important to her role within the pack. Maybe she'd be a little more observant in her patrols and pass on a few tips to whoever else decided to join her on her strolls. She complimented his observations and their usefulness. He chose not to comment if only not to ruin her seldom offered praise. He'd take it and run off to answer her next question.

"Afternoon storm." He went ahead and came out with it. She didn't appear to be quite as knowledgable about the skies as he had hoped. There was no point in beating around the bush to try and draw out an answer he wasn't so sure she had. "You can feel it. In the air." The wind rushed passed them. It was warm, almost electric with the tingles of unspent energy. "It's warmer. Wetter. It promises rain."