He had woke up damp from the rain that seemed to roll in overnight. His fur slicked ever so slightly and giving away his built but lean frame. It was pointless to try and dry himself off despite how badly he wanted to. The rain, despite how light it was, seemed content on continuing on for some time. So he decided to fight off the chill of the fall morning air and cold rain by taking a stroll. His large paws ate up at the ground, covering areas he didn't know. He thought he had smelled a pack nearby but between the rain and his lack of knowledge with the place he had gotten turned around a bit too much. Leaving him to lose track of its location.

Something consumed him though and sent a shiver down his spine.

The temperature around him suddenly felt absolutely freezing. Yet he had not heard the whistle of wind or the rustle of leaves to indict a cold front was here. It had simply...appeared. Needless to say it unsettled the large Tainn. His golden eyes suddenly glancing around as if there might be something - or someone - to blame nearby.

He didn't really understand the sudden chill. There had been no breeze or wind. Things just suddenly seemed to be cold. It sent a shiver down his spine. Then a strange voice called out with even stranger words.

”The forest spirits seem angry,”

Huh? He asked with a sharp raise of one brow. The Tainn was not familiar with "forest spirits" nor was he aware that a forest could feel angry. Besides, what did it have to be angry about? Maybe it caught wind of that pompous guy he had previous encountered...yeah, that was something to be angry about. Although he honestly doubted that had anything to do with this. What do you mean?