Chulyin preferred to stay out of the rain. So when the sky threatened to unleash a torrent, he felt the strongest urge to disappear into the den and wait for it to pass. Nothing good tended to happen when the sky dropped anything. Snow, rain, hail...Anything. So, he did what he thought was smart, and disappeared into the den. Besides, he'd been busy during the day checking the borders, catching any prey that might've crossed his path, attempting to fulfill the needs of his sister and the new additions. Perhaps he'd be driven out into the damp later, but for the mean time, he'd wait it out where it was dry and warm.

He watched the sky turn gradually darker and could hear the wind rustling the gnarled trees the surrounded their home. The sound of the oncoming storm was always soothing, even when the storm arrived, he felt somewhat calm. But only when he was not in it. The winds were not blowing in his favor today, it seemed, though as a howl flooded the clearing. He might've mistaken it for a gust of wind if not for the fact it sounded so precise. He walked to and from those borders every day, sometimes more than once. Any sound that came from them, in any direction, he could tell. With a guttural sigh, he pulled himself into the fray, though thankfully it hadn't started raining yet. He propelled himself forward, not quite running, but he was in something of a rush. It took hardly any time for him to reach the female waiting at the borders. His tail curled over his back, a quiet warning to her that he was in charge here. So long as Naira was denridden, and Mapplethorpe her caretaker, Chulyin had little problem with a bit of role playing if it got the point across. The Keep wolves were not the most welcoming bunch, and though he loomed large, he would not scare her off until she pled her case.

The female reacted quickly to his arrival, and so ensured that his own posture would not change into something more threatening. Maybe they could make this fast before the rain came. His cold eyes thawed somewhat as she cowered before him, and he gave a single slow blink so that she might begin to speak, for he had nothing to say to her yet. The woman seemed...Old, to say the least, from the way she shivered against the wind. It blew against him, but only his fur shifted beneath its strength. His tail swayed quietly, in an absent-minded fashion as she began to speak, to plead her case. Thankfully, she was quite thorough in her introductions, sparing him the agony of having to feign aggression to drill it out of her. Perhaps if she was not so old, and it was not so dreadful outside, he might've bared his teeth, snarled a bit.

"A healer, then?" He repeated, mulling her profession about in his mind. Chulyin knew of Couth, their medic, but he was rather young in comparison to Myrrhis. Perhaps she could teach him. A little teamwork never hurt anyone either, especially with the young ones about. "We might have use for you, Ms. Myrrhis." He gave her words of encouragement, canting his head slightly to look down at her past his nose. Hopefully either @Naira or her mate, @Mapplethorpe, would be about shortly to cast their judgement and then they could all get out of this dreadful weather.