Sequoia Coast Mother Called Me Home

Of course that is fine with me :) since it's set to rain tomorrow on our little weather widget, gonna add that in.

Grey eyes flicked towards the young one that came forward. He ticked one of his ears back listening, waiting observing. He traced her form with kind eyes and for a moment he briefly wondered if she could be kin. So much like his mother, small of limb, but she held herself tall, erect, a shield-maiden.

He flicked his eyes back to the water's edge, lifted his nose and pointed outward. "There's a storm coming. The sea birds always know."

Though truth be told, Tveir would know as well, the scent of rain was on the wind, the sounds of the crashing water below. He had lived by the sea long enough, that he knew of what it was and why. He shifted and settled to his haunches, curled his tail about his legs, kept his eyes averted. He hadn't smelled a pack, but one could never know.