Hideaway Strath Nearly lost

if this is not ok PM me and I'll change it. didn't really think about that until after I posted

Whrist had known long ago there was a storm brewing she had been born to the northern chill and signs had been ramped even over the last few days, the stillness of the air, the drop in temperature the slow gathering and then stumble darkening of the clouds along with the subtle drying of the atmosphere as it drew up it’s moisture into the clouds above so that it may spew it out later in force. It was the last that usually got the wolves with old injuries or heaven forbid they lived long enough to have arthritis to act up.

Whrist had been looking for a good place to weather the storm, she had a new toy to protect, when she heard the familiar call of the white witch, she fought the urge to roll her eyes until she understood what it was the Nyra commanded.

Her dark paws altered course, Whrist held a Raven in her maw, not a bird common to this part of the teekon and it lay limply and docilely in her jaws though it was not dead, not by a long shot. She entered the cavern behind the wolf she had met the captive with but her scent was off this time. Whrist stared at her hard for a moment before passing her by and the other wolves putting herself between the wolves and her toy, it was only then she tossed her head upward and let go of the bird tossing the Raven up into the air. The bird fluttered then caught what little air it could and flew deeper into the cave presumably to hide.

Whrist turned around finally looked over the others in the cave, she gave a warn nod to Arlette, and a respectful one to Nyra. She looked over the large black male surprised to see a male outside of the Grandmaster or Oversear, however curious of him, her gaze went back to the other dark coated female

“What did you eat?” She asked her, concern lacing her voice, not that Whist could do anything to help  and she was unaware of what had happened to Zazusa however Whrist was fully aware and practiced with of the scent of poisons and what they did to a wolf's body, scent, posture and even mind.