Duck Lake karma is the thunder

A whip of the wind and he felt a certain hesitance in her—gaze lifting to see her blinking before she cleared her throat. Realization that it was not the quickening of the storm that had her second guessing, but the words he had spoken—and his brows knit together in light concern, though why exactly, he did not know.

A medic in his midst's—Arlette, too, recently joined as one. Her question to whether she would need to scrap for a den to tuck herself away in from the storm drew a certain amusement from him, and he shook his head—“No. Like I said, we’re a pack of assholes that seems to always find trouble. They’ll be elated to have another medic around, even if for a little while only.”