Rala chuckled, eyelids low, "I see." 
  She had gotten over her fear of the storms long ago.....but only because she had been trapped in one. After sitting in an open plain for nearly three hours against the wind and rain, she had overcome her childhood fear. That was only a few months after she had left her mother's den. 

  Looking up she glanced over at the golden male. He had not told them their name....but she waited patiently. He seemed like the older wiser type who preferred to keep to himself.