Wolf got to his paws when Heron rose. His whiskers twitched with worry at the mention of a looming storm, but the worry etched into his features was all for the gravely injured she-cat hidden away.Heron was lounging in front of his den, conversing with Cherry when he suddenly froze.
“There’s another storm coming soon,” he said. “Hurricane. We’d better prepare.”
"Autumn," he mewed quietly, his voice tight. His ears were noticeably still atop her head. "How is she?"