Morningside Cuesta king of the hill

Heartha continues the small talk about the rain and Adeline smiles, feeling the weight of her damp fur in the humidity in their little space. “Yeah. I’d like to start a garden,” she says. She hadn’t done much gathering or replanting, and she can’t in the rain, so she waits it out before she begins her work. Her tail thumps and she lays down, using the inclined hill as a perch and rest. Her eyes close then, feeling the drowsiness the weather brings on.