Bearclaw Valley we rush the west in silence

She appeared to be hesitant of his advances, but that did not stop him. Tsukiko could be bold. He could let the wild take hold and puppet him to it's will; and when she crooned a note back to him of similar calibur, it made his heart soar to think that the same wildness was within her. That she understood - that he wasn't alone.

The rain pelted them from head to tail, but they wove themselves close together, and as per her invitation Tsukiko did not abate. The two of them were intertwined as they escaped the worst of the rainfall, seeking shelter with one another as well as the trees each time a suitable hideaway was found. The rain did not stop, though. He was a soaking mess of mud and fur by the time he spied a coppice that held any potential - and with a soft call to her, he veered for it.