The wind is howling louder than a pack of wolves outside, but they've managed to pull some tarps and gather enough buckets to make the Alley mostly intact while the storm rages on outside. They've warmed themself by the fire already, shoes still off as they make their way through the pockets of wolves and other people who have taken shelter with them.
There's nothing that needs their immediate focus right now, and they let out a slow exhale as they look around. Arte feels like they need to do more, tries not to worry too much about other Eventide wolves who chose to stay at their own homes or seek safety at the stadium, and tries not to think about the ones who don't have a pack to call their own. Are they okay?
They find August tucked away in a small corner and there's a wave of relief that rolls through them. It's usually peaceful around him and Arte approaches quietly, hesitant in case he wants to be left alone. The weather has their nerves frayed, and they can imagine it's probably the same for him too. "N-need anything?" / @moonpains
