Sex: Female
To say the Pookastone pups were growing like weeds would be an understatement. Milk teeth had wobbled and long since been replaced with sturdier teeth, and puppy fluff had been traded for coarser, longer fur. Blue eyes had washed out with the rain, closer resembling the slate of the storm clouds that had occupied much of the young wolf's early days. It was no longer a stretch to reach her mother's chin or cheeks, a target that could now be hit with four paws planted firmly on the ground. Things looked a lot different from up here.
Unseasonable heat had finally given way to more storm clouds. The oppressiveness of the heat was cut with bracing winds, stronger than the girl could remember in her lifetime. Strong enough to lean into without falling over. It ripped through her thickening coat, her eyes squinting against the gritty bits of dirt it carried along with it. Maybe if she was more knowledgable about the fickle nature of the wind she would have been prepared for the sudden change in direction, but she was young yet, so it was a surprise when brush and saplings toppled around her when the wind rose over her like a wave and instead pushed down in a microburst, strong enough to make the young wolf stumble. Something primal warned her to get somewhere safer... like this was just a taste of what was to come...
