Golden Glade Not every cloud bears a silver lining

Aspen marked the last tree just as a large clap of thunder rolled through the sky. Aspen tipped her muzzle to the blue-ish black clouds that were hovering over the territory. This looks like a bad one....She thought turning tail and beginning to weave through the trees in the direction o the mountain. She hoped the rest of the pack wolves were safe in their dens and wouldn't find themselves in any predicaments. Such as the all too common flooding that sometimes came with these storms. 

Another boom startled Aspen from her thoughts momentarily followed by light filling the sky. The storms made Aspen nervous but she dare not let it show. 

The silver fae was nearing the mountain just as she caught Ayla standing guard and watching the entrance. Aspen was curious but she presumed Ayla might be watching in case of a flood. Aspen approached a small smile on her face though it faded slightly as the first few drops of rain landed on her muzzle.

"Beautiful day isn't it Ayla," Aspen mused sarcastically. Perhaps Aspen would sit and chat with Ayla a while. The two had some catching up to do as Ayla was finally recovering from the bear attack and Aspen was also back on her feet after the impromptu bout of sickness she had.