Qeya River What Would Mama Say?

With permission given, he took a moment before speaking of his delusions.

"I saw a wolf as I wandered the river." He looked to his paws, as though struggling to remember or fighting a sense of insecurity. "Gold all over - like the sun when it's all bright, you know?" He paused, silently scolding himself. He should speak more formally if he wished to be taken seriously.

"They were aggressive with these horrible, glowing eyes. Brought a storm with them." He furrowed a brow, shaking his head.

Yes, that was what it had to be. A storm. A horrible, horrific storm brought by a golden wolf. "It has to be some sort of sign, right? We should be cautious of it at the very least."