Seaside Moors halcyon

The wind continued to pummel her with little avail, she was still and unmoving, fur short and thus largely unmoved by the winds. She missed completely the arrival of another, blinking and twisting her muzzle over her shoulder to peer back at the man only after he had spoken. Canting a lobe towards him, his interesting colouration catching her attention, she dipped her muzzle, asking a moment later, "and you? the storm will be a fierce one - but brief."  the winds that roared towards them now would to serve to push the storm past them quickly if she were correct; already the clouds moved at a rapid clip. she stilled when she noticed his gaze; not anything typical of a wolf, but a burning violet. a little thrill went through the woman; eyes like the one on this male were an indicator or something, someone different, whether it be great or horrible was yet to be determined.