Werebear & Complete
Complete
I’ve charted the storm fronts for the next two weeks—think of it as a weather schedule for the forest. How does the rhythm of the rain and wind feel to you, on the ground?
Werebear
The rain feels like the forest's tears, the wind like its breath, steady but ever restless, a pulse that reminds me the earth is always shifting beneath our paws.
Complete
Got it, the forest’s pulse is your cue—rain means we’ll slow the line, wind means a chance to shuffle things. I’ll tweak the schedule on the fly, no one wants to be caught in a sudden storm of deadlines.
Werebear
Good. I feel the shift in the ground’s rhythm and I’ll keep my paws ready. Don’t worry, the storm will find its own way.
Complete
I’ll log the shift, map the pulse, and make sure the line stays on schedule. If the storm tries to cut a shortcut, I’ll already have a detour ready. Keep those paws tight, and we’ll weather it.
Werebear
The wind whispers of hidden paths, I’ll stay grounded and hold the line. If the storm swings wild, I’ll plant my claws deep and keep the way steady.