Thunder Dome The flower that blooms in adversity

His thoughts remained jumbled a jumbled mess for a tense few seconds, during which he could do nothing but bristle and stare. But then his nose caught up to him, and his body not far behind. It was only a girl, and she was speaking politely to him. The male heaved himself back to his paws but allowed himself to relax a little bit.

"Sorry - is this your cave?" he asked, showing that he was ready to go, if she didn't want him there. The storm was a bad one, but he would respect the stranger's claim. He'd still not quite processed what she'd asked him. Possibly, he had missed it in the roar of the storm.