Nocturne Summit Castle in the sky

No amount of practice or determination would hide the expression of shock on the dark young wolf's face. The sound of the feline that could cause such hurt was all but crippling. Crowfeather had never had to encounter such monsters in the Starsea. There were talks of forest bobcats or foxes who had grown too sharp in their teeth, but never something like what Germanicus had described. 

Crowfeather's eyes searched everything as they moved. The storm raced behind them. Each gust of wind carried the smell of rain on it. The dark wolf looked back and squinted his watering eyes against the sharp gust of air. It raced past him, touseling his fur. 

We should find a cave, Germanicus, he yipped softly to the silver male. With a hurried step, he swept up beside the handsome shape of the soldier and brushed against his side. The dull yellow of his eyes scoured the side of the mountain for a sign of a hole, somewhere they could seek comfort from the downpour.