Thunder rumbled ominously overhead, and Remus's head swung up from grazing, surprised. He stood, tail blowing wildly in the wind as he saw the flashes slice the sky and a rainy curtain come in their direction. When he tasted the air, however, he was grateful to find that the air was too cool for any large tornadoes. Quietly he made his way towards the woods and took refuge beneath the boughs of a large oak, careful not to stick too close to the trunk.
He stood, watching the storm. It was strange to think that the last time he'd seen such a storm, he'd been accompanied by his four mares. It was the night before Jem--before she--
Quickly Remus shook his head and blinked furiously. He turned from the storm, heart sickened, and watched Ariel frolic about. It made him feel better, somehow. If only he could be so carefree, too.
If only.
