Dragoncrest Cliffs You are supposed to be halfway around the world by now.

The rain was pelting down, and usually that wouldn't have bothered her, but Pepper had been out and about for too long to find the beauty in it. The smell had been nice at first; before the rain even started and the clouds were clustering over the sea, with an easy breeze to waft the scent her way. The sky was always a curiosity to her - and the clouds, and the birds - but now, situated as she was in a growing puddle of mud and wallowing in her own perceived defeat, Pepper felt her irritation grow and so, glowering from beneath the tree bough, she was ignorant of the oncoming wolf.

Until of course the stranger made a noise, and she shot them a very unhappy scowl. It wasn't something she meant to direct at the dark figure at all - it was a look reserved for the damn sky and the damn rain and all the stupid weather, and maybe Hogan if she ever for the love of all things holy found him, and upon realizing this was a wolf and not a rain cloud, her face slipped in to something akin to passive shock.

The bristling sensation she felt across her body was brief, and anyways she couldn't exactly go all spike-ball-mode when she was slicked with rain. Instead she loosed a small sigh and turned to regard the dripping rain for a moment, and then mindfully scootched over so the dark wolf could get under the tree properly; it was the right thing to do. After a few minutes of uncomfortable silence, Pepper murmured, I haven't seen rain like this in forever.