Heron Lake Plateau And Robbie likes his country tunes

@Tegan

There was a strange feeling to the wind that shook the bushes in the thicket, which were covered with a thick layer of hoarfrost. She remembered Bruges saying something about it before- she'd commented on how pretty it was, and he'd simply informed her that hoarfrost was a good indication that there was bad weather on the way. It was mid-morning, and she was patrolling the borders near the Norther edge of their pack when she noticed a trace of an almost saline scent on the wind, indicative that the direction of the wind came from the West, over the oceans- and that a storm was indeed on the way, given the fact that the winds had so pummelled the coast that they themselves bore the salty scent of the sea. 

There was snow falling, and when she looked up, she noticed a faint ring circling the sun in an almost complete shape- causing her to frown again. Bruges had also mentioned that phenomenon. It was also a sign that there was bad weather on the way. Feeling it might be best to inform the others, she sent out a call, delivering a message to all others in the area that there was likely a storm on the way, simply as a sort of advisory, but not to alarm anyone. They weren't terribly sheltered on the plateau, but they wouldn't have to worry about the tides sweeping their home away, either. Her mind passed back to Coelacanth, and she wondered briefly if the dark female still lived on the island...She had once been offered a home there. She would have to go and visit someday- but with these ominous weather signs, now was not the time.