Porcupine Ridge threshold

There were few things in the world that made Caiaphas flighty and one of them was thunder -- particularly, lightning. She had witnessed once what lightning did to an animal and the brutal memory was all she could think about now as she scrambled wildly down the jutting prominence in the hopes of finding suitable shelter.

So preoccupied was she by navigating the uneven crag, she scarcely saw the ragged male until she was nearly upon him -- he crawling upwards, she flying blindly downwards. She froze and a shriek issued forth from her muzzle as the lightning flared around them in a brilliant and coruscating white -- instinctively she cowered and howled and her ugly head fell flat to the rocky slab in temerity.

No sooner had the flash disappeared she tried to artlessly regain her composure, wheeling backwards to assess the rangy and palecloud colored creature. "Up here," She hissed with a motion of her narrow muzzle, pointing in the direction of a small overhang that could easily house two. Without waiting (and quite honestly without caring) she darted off towards the hollowed stone, her little paws skittering as she clawed her way desperately to shelter.