It had been a hot and humid night, the air was sticky and Weldering was finding it hard to get comfortable. He had ended up pulling himself from the woodlands up to the mountain side in the early hours of the morning. But now as red clouds covered the skyline ahead it was clear there was a storm heading straight towards Relic Lore and more specifically to him. It was dawn and the dim yet colourful light did not need an expert to work out there was about to be a bad turn in the weather. Even the birds had fallen silent that morning which was never a good sign. His pace quickened as the silver and black brute now moved with a clear purpose. He was heading away from the wind but would never outrun it, that was not his goal. Instead of racing down the mountain where the storm would be hard to bare upon out in the open of the steep rocky slopes he was actually climbing higher.
<b style="color:#0d5b8c; font-family:geogia; font-size:13px">"Aff." He muttered lightly under his breath as the first few droplets of ran were caught against the bridge of his sleek black muzzle. It was hardly a downpour but he knew it would not be long.
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