Honeyed Pasture come rain or come shine

Arlo hates the timing of his trip and the storm. In addition, he hates he’d stranded out in the open, vulnerable in the weather. The weight of the rain clogs his senses and the crashing of water around him makes it difficult to note the presence nearby. Eventually he sees the wolf before he smells her and his ears fall back against his head. The girl is small, bothered by the rain more than he. It is difficult to walk through with how far it is coming from the sky and he barely has the attention to focus on more than himself and getting back home.
 
His head lifts, debating approaching the pitiful girl or not. He’d just shed the weight of a child not long ago and he has no desire to help another. This one is of no importance or threat to Drageda, now given their distance. He chuffs through the rain though it is likely to fall silent by the time it reaches the girl. “Hello,” he responds, sliding back from his thoughts to focus on his current companion, though his attention is still pulled to his mission.