Cerulean Cape transcendentalism

Weetzie was not a risk-taker, and it didn’t take much to scare him, and it took even less to make him worry, but when it came to the world around him, sometimes his curiosity overpowered his worry. He found storms particularly interesting in spite of knowing how dangerous they could be. Of course they were sometimes inconvenient, like the one that had recently caused him to lose track of his sister, but even then, he was fascinated by them.

He had traveled out of his way because he sensed a storm approaching from out on the ocean, and not really having much else to do, he decided to check it out. He wasn’t a storm-chaser by any means, but he liked to stop and observe them every now and then in spite of concerns about torrential rains, heavy winds, lightning, and even tornadoes. It was also a diversion from his apprehension about possibly joining a pack.

Back home, he knew all the safe places to take shelter while observing storms, but here, he was unfamiliar with the terrain and hoped he could find a safe place. He walked along the coast, frequently stopping to look towards the land for a suitable shelter, perhaps a cave or even a dense cluster of trees. He approached the peninsula, but he hesitated, unsure about going out there with a storm approaching. He failed to notice the wolf already out there and heading in his direction.