Emberwood apocalypse always chooses the worst time to come.

Grezig’s tail wagged once or twice behind her when the thin black wolf moved over to make room for her. She shook herself off a bit still out in the rain and then quickly went underneath the outcropping. “Thank you,” she said, and then turned to look out at the weather. She frowned, but kept her irritated thoughts to herself. Under normal circumstances, she might have spoken to the male, but this time that seemed like a bother more than anything else. She’d simply found herself forced to be near him due to the rain. It was not a pleasant day for pleasant conversation, so she stayed silent. Hopefully the rain would pass soon and they could both be on their way. Unless, of course, he chose to speak first.