Deep chocolate hues looked up at the clouding sky from the shelter of some rocks she had found. The promise of rain was exciting to the gypsy girl, and the threat of a storm exhilarating. From the safety she had found amongst the stones she was sure she could watch the storm play out across the field without fear of getting too wet, not that she would have minded. The young woman nestled into her spacious hidy hole, content not to move for the time being until she heard voices above the growing sound of the wind. In a flash of lightning the gypsy girl raced from the stones in the direction the voices had come from.
The world around her was both muted and blaringly loud. Rain deadened the sounds of the earth and creatures while the storm raged on with its full voice. Through the wind Taika listened hard for the continued voices she heard moments before. Instinctively, her nose worked furiously though the rain washed away any possible scent. Whenever she could she raced toward the puppy’s calls for help, her paws picking up speed through the mud in her growing haste. She drew closer as the rain eased off, but the calls continued. Still racing, she slid to a halt in the sheltered clearing. Barely taking the time to shake off the extreme amount of excess water, she turned her attention to the wolves before her. Automatically her wet hackles rose and she bared her fangs in a snarl. The woman almost never showed any form of aggression, but the fear of an innocent child sparked a fury in the woman’s body. All signs of playfulness were wiped from her form. Eyes flashing, teeth bared, she looked like a completely different creature.