Sequoia Coast firewater to the belly

Her answer seemed to satisfy Echelon, who allowed her attentions to be pulled back out to sea with the next crackle of thunder and lightning. It only seemed fair that Ivev would draw her attentions out there as well, and the question that she asked surprisingly did not provoke much thought out of her at all. Who made the lightning? “The clouds do,” and really, that wasn't much of an answer either. It begot another question, because who made the clouds? There were a lot of things she didn't know the answers to, and that was one of them. But lightning most definitely came from the clouds.

“It looks like the worst of the storm is going to come ashore to our north, though. I'd expect to get wet shortly, but not in the next few minutes at least.” Also satisfied with that, she looked back to Ivev. “Do you know anything about the weather here?” The ivory wolf had joined them in their gathering, but from where Echelon did not know. She only assumed she was dealing with someone who was more of a native, versus the northern-hailing creature like herself.