Neverwinter Forest build god, then we'll talk

Erika had predicted this storm for a while. She sat on one of the higher ledges of Silvertip Mountain after she smelled the humid air, searching for a thunderhead or dark cloud permeating the horizon. Within a few moments, she saw it, dark gray clouds, heavy with moisture. It was a thunderstorm due to the ominous rumbles and almost black clouds, but it would pass by Silvertip territory, leaving the mountain with only rain showers. Sighing, the naturalist retreated to the slopes of the mountain, towards her den to wait out the storm. She hated getting wet.

After the rain passed, she stretched out her legs and took a walk. The yellow eyed wolf examined the result of the rain; broken twigs, puddles, lichen and moss growing on the trees. The after-rain-storms smell was crisp in her nose as she crossed into the neutral territory of Neverwinter Forest, as well as two other smells. Two females, one of her pack, and a loner, were nearby. Curious, she approached them. Her packmate was a yearling, small and white, the loner was an older female, as black as she. Not wanted to alarm them, since she was unfamiliar with them both, she tilted her head away and murmured: "Bonjour."