Luckily the elder wolf was agreeable and went with her suggestion to hurry along and seek shelter. He couldn’t quite keep up with her pace so she would pause every now and then and look back to him while simultaneously keeping track of where she was within the crags. She knew that there was a small den somewhere near here, it had been in use when last she was here, but hopefully it’s been vacated since then.

The wind whipped harder in all directions as they trekked along the rocky terrain. The sound of heavy rain climbs up the crags at a rapid pace behind them as lightning and thunder cracks just beyond. This feeling, of primal fear, it tells her that something bad is coming. She knows that the older male must feel it too, but he seems content in knowing that he has someone to seek shelter with.

She rounds a narrow corner and… there. The den sits cradled between two large boulders, its entrance small and difficult to access for larger predators. She veers toward it as wind lashes at her, pushing her body to and fro. Merlot hued eyes scan behind her for the small, golden male before ducking into the den without a second thought. She hadn’t taken a moment to inspect the outside and only hopes that it would be empty as she crawls through the narrow opening and into the larger common area. Her breaths are rapid as she settles from the adrenaline of the situation. There’s no sight or smell of anyone in the den presently and what scent remains here has been stagnant for some time. They got lucky.