The Sunspire Fear nothing

She received a question rich with concern. "Yes, I'm okay," she replied reassuringly, pushing herself upright. Despite herself, a dry laugh burst out of her in response to the stranger's comment. "Sorry to have frightened you. I'm actually sure it looked worse than it was. I didn't even bite my tongue or anything," she said as if this was the best possible outcome. Her brow then furrowed slightly as she murmured, "I don't know when I got so clumsy. I thought I grew into these legs a while ago..." She was thinking of her recent spill in front of Teklar.

Oh, well, she thought, deciding not to dwell on it right now. A fat, cold raindrop on her head helped her worried thoughts scatter as well. She winced instinctively, looking at the other she-wolf, then beyond her, to the quickly darkening sky. The storm was moving in more swiftly than she could have anticipated. They wouldn't be able to climb down safely in time, so there was only the option of finding shelter now—that, or standing out here in the rain waiting for the storm to pass.

"There's no time. Unless we wanted to rush down the mountain and risk breaking our necks and all four of our legs, we don't stand a chance of beating the storm. Do you see anywhere we can take shelter? A cave would be good but even an overhang would be better than nothing..." Koontz said, her pale eyes combing their surroundings searchingly.