The Heartwood Why Did It Have to be Thunder?

I would try to make this longer, except for the fact that, since I’m trying to play Red as realistically as possible, that means quality over quantity sometimes, and she wouldn’t realistically stick around with a giant angry wolf under a tree any longer than she had to. This’ll be my last post. But thanks! It was fun.

Rumble… BOOM!

Red yelped loudly, though the sound was drowned out by the thunder. It took her several moments to get her bearings again, and when she did, she finally noticed that her new friend had kindly — or not — taken a few steps back, inviting her to leave. Red gladly scrambled around to face the entrance, looking everywhere except at the Wolf and, as quickly as she possibly could, got the hell out of there. She would take the noise of the storm to a possibly dangerous half-cousin any day. Besides, she was sure she could find somewhere else to den for the night.

Without looking back, and jumping at every sound, she was gone in less than thirty seconds. The Wolf could have her hiding place.