Swiftcurrent Creek If you must wait, wait for them here in my arms as I shake

Between the roar of the water below and the static crackle of rainfall, Wylla had no hope of hearing Arlette's approach. The Easthollow wolf was invisible until Wylla heaved a sigh and turned around, only to encounter an abrupt flash of white nearby, as sudden as a headlight in the fog.

Her first reaction was an alarmed recoil and the fluffing of her coat to make her look bigger. Only when her eyes picked out the outline of a wolf in the downpour with its head and tail lowered did she calm down a little. Wylla remained on edge as her eyes roamed quickly over Arlette's figure, and when no reason for her posture was immediately evident, she hollered over the deluge, can I help you or something?