Katlin sat calmly on the ground, waiting for the wolf to return. She felt odd, jittery. She breathed in the wet air, felt the cooling wind. She climbed up a nearby tree, all the way to the top. She gazed up, her eyes widening a little. Thick, dark clouds were rolling in. Storm clouds....<br/>She crawled back down and nerviously waited for them to return. She really hoped it wouldn't be a lightning storm. She hated lightening. After all those years being constantly shocked into submission, even stactic electrisity bothered her.