sentry

Not much further up the mountain, that same spiraling gust of wind stroked Bazi's nose. She wheeled around, scanning the path behind her for any trace of the wolf whose scent tickled her nostrils. She recognized it immediately.

"Galileo?" the yearling called into the heavy air. The clouds responded before any wolf could by dropping several fat, heavy tears onto her head. Bazi's ears fell flat. The clouds were swollen with an impending downpour, and they wouldn't be able to hold it in much longer.