Larkcall Lowlands thunderstorms kill

I picture Urokh like Brienne from Game of Thrones. xD <3 Let me know if you want me to change anything! Feel free to add one more post then archive, or this can be the fade and you just archive it.

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He watched as the female attempted to situate herself so they seemed more 'social', though that was about the only thing she did to socialize with Merys. She managed to re-dampen her pelt considerably, though she didn't seem to mind. Well, she was a brute of a woman, to say the least. Even when he spoke to her about their temporary living arrangements, she hardly managed a 'hmph' and that was it. He imagined she wasn't trying to be a panjandrum, and he wasn't really taking it that way; though even the usual anti-social creature would have perhaps had enough energy for a word or two. He spoke a quiet "Okay then," to himself and laid his head down on his paws. Guess this was going to be a quieter encounter than he thought. Oh well, it balanced the howling storm around, he supposed.

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He hadn't realized he had dozed off. It felt like they had been underneath the shelter of the rocks for a long time. When his eyes peeled open, he had to blink a number of times before he remembered where he was.. and who he had been with. He lifted his head to look for his company, but her large frame was gone. What a weird feeling, intimately sleeping so close to someone he hadn't even learned the name of, braving a storm, then waking to her gone. He wondered if that was what one night stands felt like. He moved to stand, stretching the limbs that indicated that he must have been asleep for at least an hour or more. The storm had quieted outside, off to bother somebody else. As he stepped out from beneath their make-shift shelter, he looked along the barren horizons for any sight of the large, black female. Nothing. So strange. He wondered if she had fallen asleep at all.. or perhaps she had gazed lovingly at him the whole time. Lucky girl. 

He gave a deep sigh. Not the experience he thought he would be getting today, but interesting nonetheless he supposed. He turned south, hoping he was not chasing the storm back home. If he was, at least he would have the true shelter of the bear's den to keep him -- and then an unfortunate mess to clean up afterwards. 

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