Spotted Eagle Mountain what light breaks through these clouds

She shot him a question, seemingly about his use of the word storm, and he smiled, replying, "Wind. Snow. Storm," while tilting his head and gesturing in illustration at the maelstrom around them. He stepped aside, beckoning her to come into the space for at least some sort of shelter.

"I am Phocion," he introduced himself, bowing his head in greeting. His bright gaze surveyed her curiously. "Do you wander alone?" She was lithe but not starved, with a pelt made up of all sorts of different grays and eyes that were a deep, but not dull, blue-green.

He had noticed a certain wariness in certain wolves he had come across here; it had not been so, last time he was in Teekon--the last time, too, in the throes of a famine. Had something even more catastrophic happened since he had been gone? He wondered if this woman would stick around or flee this conversation.