Blitz was once again, in a very foul mood. But all things considered, this was no surprise when it came to temperamental male. Oh sure, he Niq'x and his cousins may have been reunited with Pip. And they may have a pack to back them up, with a sure supply of food and protection. But it wasn't ideal. This was not home. He wanted to be back by the sea, which he loved so much. Not cooped up in some thick, crowded forest like this one. Besides, it was too dry here for his liking.

That is, until the rains came. And come they did, almost nonstop for several days on end. While the air still held a certain chill to it, with the rains the forest atmosphere had grown thick and muggy. Saturated with suffocating moisture and humidity. Blitz hated it. This was not the kind of wet atmosphere he exactly had in mind. Living at the coast, back in Bella Coola, the frequent sea breezes kept the humidity at bay. Here, he and the thick air were confined, with no where to go. And so he suffered, the long term effects of exposure to such weather resulting in a nasty, persistent headache. And with it, his mood turned south.

He had tried everything to make the annoying throb in the back of his skull go away. He tried hunting and patrolling, to try and keep his mind off it. When that didn't work, he sought the seclusion of his private den, hoping to try and sleep it off. When he awoke from a restless nap, the ache was still there. Growing more and more irritable by the second, Blitz pointedly avoided all major water sources in the area. Certainly in no mood to chit chat or be pestered by the pack, he headed to the far reaches of the territory, towards the bluffs. There, if he could reach the top, maybe the air would be cooler and dryer. Upon his arrival though, the ebony male was too dizzy to want to chance the climb. Instead, his burning green eyes settled onto the welcoming gape of a shallow cave dug out into the stone. He headed towards it, slightly optimistic, hoping he would find the relief he craved.

Green eyes squinted, lips drawn down into a seemingly permanent grimace, Blitz had only shelter on his mind. Every droplet of rain that hit his fur was like a symbol of each and every of his nuisances. Or a reminder or memory of what he was missing back home. His true home. The sitting form of the young wolf, similarly colored to himself, was easy to miss, tucked away in the shadows of the crevice. And with his own mind distant, the Mizuno male had not spotted the wolf until he spoke.

His first instinct would have been to recoil and bare his teeth threateningly at the unexpected company, as was typical behavior when the sooty wolf was in this sort of mood. But he did not. Only a soft rumble, barely a growl, exited from his chest as he registered the young voice, laced with good humor. In amongst the dampness of wood and earth, was the scent of Grizzly Hollow. Shifting back to examine his company, Blitz noticed that he was only a boy, not yet fully grown. Well, at least this was better than running into one of the adults. His stony facade softening ever so slightly, he maneuvered his larger frame under the cover of the cave, forced to duck as he did so.

"So it would seem." He replied in his usual, somewhat gruff voice. Luckily, Blitz' one good quality was that he was incredibly tolerant around youngsters. So his demeanor was not entirely un-friendly, but he still did not appear terribly happy. Exchanging a glance with @Tomen, a crack of a smile, although lacking in amusement, worked to his maw. "I hope ya don't mind sharing? You look as sick of tha darn rain as I do." He peered at the kid with those piercing green eyes of his, looking for any sign of familiarity. He couldn't be related to Veho or Oula. His coat was too dark. So who then, might his parents be? Were they even here at all, or was he too, another misplaced soul?