Nova Peak spin city

He scaled after his mate – she was not in sight, but her scent was fresh. He found her, her stark ivory form sheer against the storm clouds that raged in the sky, and he felt an unsettled pit growing in his stomach. He came to her side, his muzzle brushing her shoulder as he allowed a few moments of quiet to settle over them. “We should prepare,” he mused quietly, knowing the storm could also be a dud – it looked bad now, but it was possible it would miss them altogether. If they were lucky, it would knock the Blackfeather Woods pack right out of Teekon Wilds.
 
But he liked to be prepared.