Silver Moraine field and fountain, moor and mountain

Has Epci reached the top yet?

Moorhen stared down at the other wolf, sympathetic but unimpressed. Her face was a blank mask as she said, ... storm cannot hurt you, but her tone suggested that she was not entirely sure this was true. Did the male know something she didn't?

And, well, she couldn't defeat the storm. But she didn't feel any need to hide from it, either. Meeting the male had reminded her of Thresher's reaction to the smoke-filled sky, and she wondered now how the girl must feel about the coming storm.

Under tree? she suggested, pointing her nose to the distant stand of Maplewoods. It was on the other side of the ravine from her, though. Moorhen would much rather brave the storm than the rocks. Perhaps the male would feel differently.