Iktome Plains There was truth, there was consequence

The agouti wolf is not the only wolf to be caught out in the windstorm. Roo also found himself at the mercy of the biting gale. His tall, pointed ears were slicked back against his narrow skull, his slim snout turned down. Through squinted eyes he peered ahead, his forehead taking the brunt of the gusts as he plodded forward. There was nothing out here to offer him protection, as hard as he tried to will a log or cave to materialize before and offer him respite.

He, too, was struck by a cough, and it is during this cough that he turns his head and barely makes out the brownish figure trailing along. It was no foxwolf, but then, Roo was not the kind of foxwolf that only associated with other foxwolves. He was quite happy to socialize with anyone willing, and he bounded over, his tail waving and posture nothing but affable.

"Mister! Are yous going somewheres to hide? Can I comes with you?"