Tithe

Grey eyes watched the growing clouds from the comfort of his cave den. The shining solid iron hues consistent against the darkening clouds. He had placed himself in just a spot where he could watch the rising rain without getting too wet. With the coming winter he knew the rain would be cold, with the wind it would bite with stinging teeth. It was a storm to watch from safety and shelter.

One ear flicked when a voice rang through the air. Tithe lifted his head, eyes narrowing in concern. He would have hoped his pack would have been able to have shelter from such weather. Hearing even a single call led him to fear for others who may not have had a place to stay. Before the water had a chance to fall from the sky the big man stepped from his shelter and hit the trails. Swiftly he followed the voice to where the woman was. Intrigued by how close she had gotten to his den, he contemplated for a second whether he wanted the rest of the pack to know where he spent most of his solitude, or if he wanted them to know where he could be found. There were many questions he had never considered, but now there was really just one on his mind as he looked at the woman who called to him.

Greetings. His solid voice was clear even in the rising wind that ran its fingers through their fur. Do you have shelter from the rain? Even now the droplets could be felt on the tips of his nose and ears. It started to touch the silver grey of his guard hairs, making his already armor-like coat begin to glisten and shine with what light could break through the clouds. It is going to be cold, I would hate for you to bear through it when there is shelter available to you.