Hoshor Plains some things are in our control (and others not)

She let out a breath, then drew in another, the air thickening with humidity. The wind cut through it somewhat but Meerkat paid the weather very little mind. She watched the stranger's posture shift seconds before a question popped out of her mouth. Meerkat was already shaking her head before she had entirely voiced it, her mind flicking briefly to Mateo.

"No, I'm their older sister," she said. "My name's Meerkat and we're from Redhawk Caldera, back that way." She gestured to the south with her head, her snout buffeted by a crosswind. She paused, thinking about how that wasn't technically true of Prevost, though that detail didn't matter. "You're welcome to join me for as long as you like," she replied, her words partly garbled by a thunderclap. She repeated herself just in case, tacking on, "I appreciate it."

She saw the first pulse of lightning even as she motioned for the she-wolf to follow her as she continued northward across the plain. The grasses danced rather crazily now as raindrops began to fall from the sky with proper continuity. Meerkat glanced up and saw the sky had grown very dark very quickly. She bit at her lip, hoping both Prevost and Tierra were somewhere sheltered. It would make them harder to find but they shouldn't be out in this.