Silver Moraine field and fountain, moor and mountain

Miscommunication could happen at any moment and any time. Now only a misunderstanding of words but at the same time the distance between them -- and the howling winds, a sure sign that the storm was about to come. Every few seconds he glared at the omnious sky, afraid that the storm could happen any second from now. His heart beat raced -- thump, thump, thump -- like crazy. 

"You can defeat the storm? Really?" Epic looked hopeful when the other female said she could protect him; uncertain that she could but at the same time he wasn't about to underestimate what all the wolves at Teekon Wilds could do. He was about to open up his mouth, however no words rolled out. At exact that moment thunder rolled across the sky and he froze for a second. "I-I'm afraid of the storm." Epic admitted, feeling like a complete failure and a lost puppy. "I--I where can I hide from it?"