berke

puppy of diveen; elowen x maddox

Today had seemed a good day to take leave of Diveen for a little exploration. The small wolf had ventured out initially to the crags, to see if any useful things grew on the edge of the rocks and the marshes of Iromar. He thought perhaps he might more easily find the useful mosses that were sparse in the heat of the Diveen summer.

When the wind began to bite through even his fluffy fur, chilling him in the middle of summer, the young wolf gazed skyward. His silver ears flattened against his head in alarm. The funnel had not yet come down, but the dark clouds almost seemed to rotate as he watched, and there was a greenish tinge to the whole area.

Luckily, he’d known enough about the crags to know of the network of caves that were a result of another natural disaster. Scooping up a small amount of moss in his jaws, he sprinted to the cavernous shelter, reaching the cool, dark area just in time for the weather to really start howling. He huddled against the farthest wall from the entrance, wide eyes staring at the raging storm outside.

It wasn’t long before a much larger wolf charged in, reminding him of the way Shiloh had interrupted him. Of course, this was not as small a space as his den, so he didn’t feel as though she was intruding. True to his nature, he gave the stranger a smile before saying, ”Bet you’re glad you got out of that storm!”