Silver Moraine field and fountain, moor and mountain

Dark ears pressed forward in suspicion as the male - and she was relatively certain it was a male - announced his intentions. She was not sure what he wanted with her, but since he did not sound overtly threatening, she couldn't see the harm in waiting. It was as he said, after all; there was a storm fast approaching, and as much as she wished it were not so, there had been no sign of Thresher anywhere she looked.

It was a dead trail. She was chasing shadows. Why not stop and see what the wolf wanted?

"The storm moves on the sea," she said, her voice pitched just loud enough to reach the other. Her ears fanned back at the scratchy sound of it. How long had it been since she'd left the Aralez on the coast?