Violent thunderstorms overtake Relic Lore.
Lately, it had been exceptionally rare to see the sun. Storms dominated the skies and abused the land, a sure sign that it was time for the wolves vulnerable to its torrents to move on. Nineva's stomach felt swelled to burst, but the movement within had lessened. She worried that she had waited too long, that things were now going horribly wrong because she hadn't moved on from this cursed forest. If she was to remedy things at all, it was now or never.
They were between downpours, but the wind still whipped the trees and lightning struck occasionally. The growling throughout the blackened skies seemed neverending. She drowned it out from her own ears with her howl, strong and commanding. It was time.
Nineva called to @Felix and Veho, the injured charge @Aytigin, to @Yuka and @Elias, to @Neha and @Aleister, the brothers @Judas" and @Ramiel. Now was the time to decide if their lives as nomads were over, if they would make something of themselves across the mountains, or if they would go their separate ways.