Silverlight Terrace I'm not my season

The cool kiss of air made promises of chillier days to come. As the warrior wandered beneath the looming clouds, darkening swiftly with their increase in size and speed, he wondered how well the Starsea would fare in a land like that.

A violent rumble of thunder and a sharp stretch of jagged light illuminated the heavens. Foxfur drew his gaze along the formations ahead of him, catching sight of the cave and darting toward it on adept paws.

It was only when he had entered the mouth of the cave that he realized there was another. A woman who had seen the same opportunity for shelter and had attempted to grasp it.

Come, seek shelter from the rain, Foxfur woofed out to her, shaking his coat clear of droplets and frowning to the skies.