Redtail Rise I do what I want when I feel like it

A chocolate brown ear flicked towards Saena's direction as she spoke, saying that there was something weird about the clouds, that they were bubbling. Arion's golden eyes shifted towards the clouds. Yes, there was something definitely weird about them, something that he, despite his extensive knowledge, did not know about. He had never seen such a thing before, and his father hadn't either. None of the wolves he met knew anything about these...bubbling clouds, so he was left in the dark. Which was something he did not like.

"Yeah," he murmured his agreement. "Never seen such a thing before, but it sure as hell ain't good," Arion would not look forward to the storm, but neither did he wish it would come later. No good would come from waiting. From his experience, a storm that waited and came later than expected would be a storm that was far worse than what could have been if it had came earlier and that had been a mild storm. This one, by the looks of it, would be terrible.

"It'll be bad for us," he repeated, golden eyes still fixed at the distant horizon. Worry brewed beneath his breast, followed by nervousness and anxiety. However, he managed to conceal his emotions, not wanting to show them to his leader just yet.