Storm Watch Butte como la flor

listen. she does not seem concerned by the sand threatening to grate his eyes into blindness. her tone carries no haste, no worry, none of the things evenfall would expect from a sane wolf. then, she insults him. she says he does not belong here, that he will be ground down, that he has much to learn. evenfall is unimpressed.

look. he casts her a disgruntled stare, then curls his lip. you are unwise to insult somebody who is trying to share shelter. you may go back out into the storm and learn if you wish.

feel. his feet plant firmly on the ground, and he is ready to push her back into the chaos if that is what she wishes for.