Wheeling Gull Isle and brought to an end their earthly days

He wasn't taken aback by the standoffish nature of the other. He was too fearful in the moment of the storm to worry about Tarot too.
He kept a few paces away, looking about warily for someone else who'd receive him with more compassion. Today was not in his favour though. Looks like he was stuck with the coywolf.

"'cause I'm scared of thunderstorms." He admitted quietly, just loud enough over the hammering rain on the ground. He held himself low, tail tucked firmly between his legs. If he was as small as possible the thunder couldn't hurt him. Nor could the dangerous bolts. 
His mouth twitched, looking for a distraction.
"Whatcha collect?"